Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

He had a son whose name was Conor, and he was training in the children's army. Conor was a promising child who had already dominated his peers and even beyond at just 6 years of age. He was envisioned as a future knight of the kingdom to take over from his father as his father approached a declining serenity The king reclined on his throne waiting for Ronnet. After some minutes, the guard came in with Ronnet, who was heading very fast to get there. He was soon standing before him. "Your majesty", he bowed. Without his usual reply with a wave, he ordered, "I want an enactment everywhere in the city market square reading that a werewolf friend to the witches is an enemy of the kingdom".

He remembered his father clapping him on the shoulder, introducing him to a fourteen-year-old Isolde Crowe. "A powerful alliance, Ronan," his father had whispered. "The Crowe line is pure. Think of the future.” Ronan had looked at Isolde, and his wolf had growled in disgust. He had spent the remaining hours in a daze, his skin itching, his lungs craving the scent of wild herbs and old paper that followed Liora. He had spent that entire night hiding his discomfort and wishing he could just wake up and all these will be a dream.

“She needs to die so that I can live.” With that, the line dies. Irene’s Boyfriend, Orion Ryven, is the Enemy of the werewolves.

I saw the way she watched the wolf. Her own wolf was drawn to him, her twin’s aura surged as she watched my youngest son’s wolf take its first form. The small smirk she wore had my blood run cold, she waved off my worries with an eye roll. Tartarus was a huge black wolf with a gold crescent moon on his forehead and gold eyes. Orion thought I was worrying too much that he was born to rule that army for his brother. Orion touches my hand pulling me from my inner thoughts of our son and his wolf. He has a slight frown on his face, so I offer him a small smile.

I followed her gaze and turned. There she was. Selene Arkwright stood a few feet behind my back, holding the door to her driver’s seat open while her gaze stayed fixed on Mom too. For the first time, I noticed she had blonde curls like Mom. I guess these blondies know themselves. “Who’s she?” Mom asked softly, her gaze still fixed on her, lips still parted in a half-smile. I spun back to Mom. “Selene Arkwright,” I answered, swallowing hard. “Ronan’s friend… Her family’s friends with the Graysons too. You should have seen her around the company at least.”