Ron Weasley Is Our King Novels & Stories

So there's never going to be an election and Yet, Brian and Damian is putting their blood, tears and sweat is never going to hold because none of them are the real king? "So... Who... Who is the real king and where is the real king?" Ulsan didn't answer my question but her eyes darted to the little bump I was carrying. Instinctively, I looked down too and that moment, my baby kicked. Ulsan looked back at me and I could tell what she meant to say. Damian and Brian aren't the real king but my baby is. I'm carrying the future of the biggest werewolf pack in the country, a position that his father isn't, my baby is gonna be.

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

“Bryce, go to House Silvercrest and retrieve their lost wager. They should learn the consequences of their failure.” Bryce, a loyal servant, nodded obediently. “As you command, Your Majesty. I shall ensure the wager is collected and added to your purse.” With a swift bow, Bryce departed to carry out the king’s command, leaving the defeated members of House Silvercrest to contemplate their loss. King Edward leaned back in his throne, a satisfied smirk gracing his features. His son’s victory had further solidified their dominance, and he reveled in the power and authority it brought.

The King asked. "We believe it is the one we mentioned, the hybrid," Henriette said. "But there is little information. They have only started to come forward and try to take people out." "My Grandfather was attacked recently," Wendy said. "Grandfather?" Kari asked. "Yes, Luna Princess. My Grandfather is the King of Witches and Warlocks's. Which is why I was sent to you I guess." Wendy said. "After my father, I become the next Queen." She said. "But I wanted to experience life away from the Palace before I had to take the task on."

I trailed off as footsteps and voices drew nearer, but thankfully, they didn’t enter the alley. “I’m telling you, Drend, something’s wrong in the palace. Why else would the king refuse to hear the public’s representative petitions? Canceling the first court hearing and now refusing to continue after the first guy? It has never happened.” They looked like humans, but I knew they had to be werewolves. But wait, the king is back? The Drend guy replied, “Nothing’s wrong. The king is just as immature and inconsiderate as ever. That’s what happens when a young boy ascends the throne. He’s back from his journey and doesn’t want to resume his duties.”

If the Conerys could use this to their advantage, the family would be on track back to their former glory! While Jane pondered her next move, Edgar and the other masters went up to Luna. “I suppose you are the Wolf King’s wife, the Wolf Queen, right?” Edgar wore a flattering smile as he grabbed his son by the hair. He kicked the young man on the back of his knee and bellowed, “Apologize!” He knew that while his son, Malfoy, might have offended Rainbow, the Wolf King was probably behind the Conerys. Therefore, apologizing to Rainbow was not as important as apologizing to the Wolf King, and Luna would be the best representative.

"Yes, the one and the only. He is supposed to be the next werewolf king." "Werewolf King?", My eyes widened, discovering that piece of information. I mean, I knew her father was treated like a princess, but who would have wondered that she would actually be a princess. Why didn't she share this with me before? Maybe she would have forgotten, but still... I was nothing in front of her. "It means...It means your father, Mr. Cornell is the werewolf King currently.", I asked in shock. God! I had to ask from a werewolf king for his daughter's hand.

"But a leash only works if the handler is stronger than the beast. Vance is gathering the northern lords. Thorne is rallying the Church. When they force you into a corner, who will you lean on? The Regent who wants your throne, or the men who have kept you alive in the dark?" Arthur watched him quietly. "You're growing ambitious, Kaelen," Arthur noted, his voice dropping. "You're beginning to forget yourself." Kaelen paused before placing the key back onto the tray. "I am only protecting what was entrusted to me." He met Arthur's eyes without hesitation. "You are the King." "But you're also the man we've sacrificed our lives to protect, I won't watch Malakor take that from us." "He has taken

But showing them the love shared between all parties involved, they would only perceive it as weakness. "So, Queen Luciana, what do you make of the werewolf crisis?" A rather burly man with thick framed glasses asked me. His glasses and accent tipped me off to whom he was. The Prince of North America. Byron and Suzanne of Canada. Their children wasn't seated far off from them. The four porcelain heirs to a fragile throne. Tilting my head towards him, I tried my best to not look shocked. What crisis?

With the death of the previous king, the kingdom was in need of a leader who could embody the principles of love, wisdom, and justice. Roberick, a nobleman deeply respected throughout the realm, emerged as the perfect candidate. He had demonstrated unwavering dedication to the welfare of the people, a profound sense of fairness, and an undeniable love for the kingdom and its citizens. His vision for Avondale was one of equity, where the principles of love, wisdom, and justice would guide his rule. In the grand square of the kingdom's capital, Roberick stood before the people, a figure of hope and promise. Dressed in regal attire, he was crowned as the new ruler. The air was filled with antic