Romans & histoires Ron Weasley Is Our King

“Mummy is with the moon goddess, resting.” “Okay.” If only I had come earlier, I would have been able to at least save my sister. I turned back to Uncle Overus. We had crowned Astrion as the Crown Prince and heir to the werewolf throne and Uncle Overus was the King regent. “Uncle Overus, I trust that you will take care of the kingdom and keep Astrion in good care until he is right to rule.” “Have I ever failed you, princess? Not today… not ever.”

Arius replied, wiping the blood from his mouth. “Next one will cost you.” He added. “You isolated Gwenn from everything she knows.” Orel rages. “Knew, she knows a lot more now. And she needs to grow into her role of queen.” “And while she does that, you can do whatever you want.” Orel stated as Arius nodded. “It is in my right as king.” His words annoyed me although I tried to keep a clear head. He just told me he gets defensive. Maybe those was one of those times.

' Draco explained. 'That could have been Orora, leaving the council earlier. She is a witch from the west coven. Draco, we have a lot of stuff to do!' I mind-linked him, and he stood straight at once. That was a sign of reverence in our kingdom. 'I am ready for whatever you want me to do, my king!' He also placed his fist on her chest like taking an oath. 'Good! We are going to follow that light you saw. We are going to the west coven. That place is full of witches, so I can't guarantee one safety!' I told him as I got in the passenger seat. I buckled up while waiting for Draco to get in.

my uncle questioned once the man had closed the doors. He turned to me. “How do you know about Simoa and I?” “She showed me the memory of the day Eligor marked her,” I told him. “Who are you exactly?” Pixie asked. When the man wasn’t saying anything, my uncle took over. “His name is Brennus, King of Advalur. Theirs is the dimension of the most powerful wizards throughout. He’s the most purely powerful wizard there is.” “What do you mean purely powerful?” my mate asked.

I see the royal family there. "You asked for me?" I am face to face with my uncle and aunt who are the king and queen of the werewolf kingdom. King Sebastian and Queen Minerva. My aunt turns to me, looking away from my uncle, the king. They are seated on the table, the table that has food on it and by they, I mean, my aunt, my uncle and their children. "Yes, it's time for breakfast. I'm sure that you're done with the surveys." As she talks, I walk to my usual seat, close to my little cousin- Summer and I open a mindlink between us.

Keir led me down the main stairs and toward a door on our right. "Who are they?" I waved a hand back toward the statues at the foot of the stairs. "My parents," he said. "Your grandparents. King Dhoire Thorn of the Unseelie and Queen Iseabal Bloodburn of the Seelie." "Wait." I blinked as I processed it. "Were you the first royal child of mixed heritage?" "Yes, I'm the first Twilight King, and you are our first Princess," he said serenely. "So, Uisdean is your half-brother," I worked it through.

"None can step into his realm unless Zen allows it," a witch disclosed. They had been looking for a way to break into Zen's realm, but no success had been achieved till now. Each witch they sought out echoed the same grim truth. Zen wasn’t just any wizard, he was the unannounced king of magic. And he would remain so, unchallenged, until King Aurilious returned to reclaim his rightful throne.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

Kolton mused, stepping back as she gave him a sulking glare and tapped the dirt off her. "Fiona," Draco roared rather coldly, causing her to flinch and everyone stilled. Their king took her name. He regarded a mere human with a name; queen or not. It was a big deal. This meant their King was seeing her of caliber to whom he could talk with. She gulped before finding him at a distance to her right. He was in a crisp off-white shirt and grey slacks with his sleeves folded up. And he looked mad as his amber eyes looked like pits of fire under the sunlight.

Abigail said as she bowed her head towards the King and Queen. “Greeting, First prince and second prince,” Abigail said. “Good Day, Abigail,” The Queen said. “Good day, My child,” the king said. “Good morning, Lady Grace,” Orion said, shocking others. But he didn’t care about their stares, he just walked to his seat and was about to sit. But was stopped by Austin. He knew what it means, Orion walked to Austin’s chair which was supposed to fit the second in importance after the king and Queen. He took the seat gracefully. But Queen Venessa was displeased. She knew she can’t blame Austin’s stupidity. With his brain, he can’t be a good king in the future. He have to face the negativity of the p