Novel & Cerita Ron Weasley Fan Art

Luna Caroline was the goddaughter of the former werewolf King, Oliver Weasley. After a journey of five hours, I finally reached my destination. "So, what brought a Glint to my place?" The Werewolf King asked bitterly the moment I entered his office. His aura hit me like a strong wave, scaring Venus. "Steve!!" A woman warned him and handed over a toddler girl to him. "Keep your anger-controlling device in your lap," she added, and for some reason, it worked. I believed her to be his queen. She removed her eyes from her family and looked at me with a smile, but her smile vanished when her eyes landed on me.

With a beautiful crème and gold cushioned chair that matches the black one. Right above his desk on the wall is a portrait of him standing next to a huge and gorgeous wolf. The wolf is Black with red and purple hues on the tips all over. I bet that wolf is gorgeous in person.WAIT! Holy shit!!! That has to be Orion's wolf!!!! "Is that your wolf, Zeus?!" He nods, tight lipped. "I might be out of line for asking this, but can I see and meet him?" I ask, a little over enthusiastically.

Like they can’t wear PJs if they aren’t made of silk. The bun he’s packed his hair up into is loose, so the darkened tips of his brown hair fall like wisps around his face, framing it perfectly. Yeah, very pretty. Who the hell looks this good so early in the morning?. The Aronohai genes are a product of witchcraft. Witchcraft I tell you. If any of his dickriding fans were to see him now, they’d probably just die. You would literally be able to feel the intensity of the thirst comments from these people. It would be scary as hell.

Instead, a livestream notification for a celebration party popped up on the pack network. At the center of the screen was Ronan. He was smiling gently as he placed a ceremonial crown on Evelyn's head. The crown was hand-carved and inlaid with moonstones that shimmered softly under the lights. The design looked extremely familiar. A sharp pain pierced my chest, and I finally remembered. It was the Luna crown design I had secretly drawn for myself when I was 18. Ronan had seen it back then. He had carefully folded the sketch and put it away. His expression had been serious and solemn. "Carly, when I learn how to carve, I'll make one for you myself."

We’re WASTING precious fucking time! “Where’s the photo,” one of the elder witches asks. I’d already caught a glimpse of the sketch Orion had made, and didn’t recognize the male. He swears he has to be a warlock and he’s eastern European. How the hell Angel doesn’t know who he is is baffling.

please. Who's cringe now? I snorted at her before doing exactly as she said and when I was done, I pulled back marveling at the wonderful yet amature artwork. "I got one!" Orian's voice tore through the air startling me and I looked in his direction to see him waving fish at me in his hands with a wide smile on his face, "Look, lunny svet." I returned his smile giving him a thumbs up looking at him holding up the fish proudly with his pants rolled up a bit revealing toned lower legs and I loved that he hadn't drawn them down to cover the scars showing that he was getting comfortable with me.

He felt like his head would explode; he was dizzy thinking about all the problems. "The sketch is from me or the Tongass Pack?" asked Orlan curiously. From the Tongass Pack, it means half werewolf and half witch, right? Revazio looked at the picture beside him. "Looks like Tongass Pack. I distinguished the color of the paper." "Meaning half werewolf and half witch? Both children are pure werewolves or not?" Leon is excited. His hands wanted to strangle the perpetrator who had made his sleep less restful these past few months.

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an

As a consolation price, I did write two more chapters of The Luna’s Prophecy that I wrote a few nights ago. so chapter 2 and 3. they're still drafts, and things might change. but for now, I'm thinking of Orion to be mixed race. I haven't decided what race, though, lol. but not completely white, and in my head, he kind of looks like Chris Brown or Zayn from One direction. this tattooed guy, with a nose piercing. but tall and muscular. I am trying to find the perfect picture, but I am unsuccessful until now. so maybe once I do publish the story, I'll change the way he looks.

He *ssumed. Leonica quickly shook her head with a breathy chuckle. “No, not at all.” She had said those words so freely that she hadn’t expected it to hurt the artist himself. “But my son is... at least he's a fan of the character Sucky Bunny,” Her face once again scrunched up at the character’s name, but she was quick to get rid of the expression. “Does... does that count?” Alistair chuckled and was about to answer her question when Owen beat him to speaking.