Novel & Cerita Ron Weasley Is Our King

Ten minutes after the bell rang, the lectern was still empty. A vicious kind of glee spread through the classroom. A boy in the front row sketched an exaggerated clown face on his notebook. “When he comes in, I’ll take a photo of him with this,” he snickered. “I’ve already thought of the title. It’ll be: Werewolf King? More like a Clown.” Snickers rippled around him. “An Alpha? He’s just a fragile love-brain.”

“Alpha! Luna! Quick! The King has announced a press release! The Head of the Council is there too!” My brow furrowed and my mate sighed. “What now?” She murmured under her breath as we made our way inside. We went to stand beside Violet and Jake as they were in the back, leaned up against the wall. As we looked at the screen an older man smiled at the cameras, his hair was greyish black and even if I hadn’t seen his picture a million times before the crown on the top of his head made it clear that he was the King of the Werewolves. The text banner across the screen read ‘King Archiebald to announce his successor. Prince Arvin is expected to take his father’s throne.’ I felt my mate’s annoyan

Her fiery gaze burned across the room, locked directly onto The King, who stared back with equal intensity, his jaw clenched. “You are disrespecting your King, Elara,” he said with a deep voice, laced with warning. “No, I am trying to put some sense into my cousin,” she retorted sharply. “In this room, I am your King! Nothing else!” He announced, his power flaring out in a wave around him.

They all look at Mom likes she's crazy before assessing us over. "I thought Bane-" "Long story, will explain it all later." Mom says, interrupting the pretty lady. She rolls her eyes at Mom before turning to, what we assume, her mate. The man stands there with a stoic face, though you can see a glint of humour behind his eyes. "Theo, this is Charlotte and her mate James. Charlotte is the Witches Queen, while James is the Rogue King. Then that is Gabriel, and he's the Dragons King." Mom says, pointing towards everyone. We nod our heads and smile at everyone.

she said, her blue eyes glowing with a knowing smile on her face. "Repeat after me," she said, the crown levitating on their heads. They took their oats together, repeating after her. After taking the oats, the crowns sat on their heads at the same time, and there was a burst of energy. Both of them stood up, facing the crowd. "King Archie and King Dean of the Werewolf Kingdom!" Selene yelled, and there was an uproar in the hall.

He placed it on my head, stepped back and bowed to me before returning to his spot. Ed then moved to stand in front of Wyatt. Pulling out the sword and placing on each shoulder he said, “I, Ed Harrison, of the Royal Committee, hereby announce you, Wyatt Evens, King of the werewolf race. You will hereby be known as King Wyatt.” Ed holstered the sword as Harry moved forward with Wyatt’s crown. It was similar to mine but more straight up and a green fabric around the bottom of it. The vines and greenery intertwined as the jewels shined in the sunlight.

Johnson looked moved, gratefully accepting the tea from Eileen, drinking it quickly, his small eyes glistening with tears. “You’re very kind, Uncle,” I said, taking a sip of tea and lowering my eyes to avoid his emotional gaze. “I knew...” “I want to know, am I really the King’s only child?” I interrupted Johnson’s sentimental words with my first question. “Oh, of course,” Johnson answered quickly, looking shocked. “All werewolves know you are the King’s only child, the only Princess.” “Then, do I have any other cousins? What are their names?” I asked my second question. Johnson briefly pondered before shaking his head. “Your mother only had me as a brother, and I haven’t met my Luna yet, so

Drako commented annoyed inside my head. When everyone quieted down, the former King stepped forward. He waved at the crowd and after clearing his throat he said loudly: -"My loyal people, I present to you our new King. All bow to Maximus Drako, the new king of all werewolves. I welcome you Maximus and I wish you prosperity and strength during your reign”. -"Long live the king!" the crowd cheered in unison several times while I waved to them. -"Now that we've taken the throne let's bring our mate back" Drako commented inside my head.

Forget that I had been the one that had come when he called. Everything was gone when Father saw his magyckless child. The child that hadn’t been born to a witch. But Father had started speaking, and I knew even then that he hadn’t much time left. “My son.” He didn’t look at me, leaving me out of the conversation, even by name. “You will be the inheritor. You will be King Orion the Third.” He coughed, finally looking at me, a blackness in his eyes. “You are nothing better than a witch’s bastard child.” He spat. Internally, I cringed, but I didn’t break my hard expression. He couldn’t know he was getting to me.

The rogues were not seen just as a killing machine now. "I, Azriel Ledger, swear in the name of Selene that I will faithfully discharge my duty as the King of werewolves," Azriel declared. The crowd below broke into applaud before loud cheerign echoed in the room. "Long live King Azriel," people cheeered. "King Azriel and Luna Sienna," the crowd shouted joyfully. Azriel wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Sienna watched him clueless as he eliminated the distance between them. The crowd cheered happily when their King kissed their Queen.