Ron Weasley Older Brother Novels & Stories

Bronwen A twig snaps behind me and I turn around to look. One of my uncles stands behind me and it takes me a minute to conjure up a name from the forty I have just heard in the last few hours. He is the one that looks like my dad.. the youngest one, which makes him.. “You are my uncle Zeke, right? Dad's youngest brother.” “Yes m'am, that is correct.” He looks at the expanse of the grassy knoll beside me and smiles. “Do you mind if I join you up there?”

Raya cried, sniffing loudly as she peered over her father’s shoulders at Nikolai who turned away instead, starting at the backdrop of his enormous castle wings. ”Of course he’s my brother! Tell her YOUR HIGHNESS, how we’re born from the same cunt!” I cackled, clutching my midriff as the mirth racked through me before stretching back to my feet to wipe tears from my eyes with cold iron claws. ”Shut up,” The blond rake of a werewolf that now stood beside my brother growled just as I felt Hagrid come to stand beside me.

I immediately understood where my dear brother could be. Leaving both the pups under Mom’s care, I left to visit the werewolf king, Steve Weasley, in his pack, the White Claw Pack. I knew he didn’t get along with our family, but I had no choice but to talk to him so that he could help me meet Luna Aurora. I needed to talk to her to find out who helped her get revenge and shoot Massimo earlier. I used Luna Caroline’s help to get an appointment with him because Weasley and Gosling were like family. Luna Caroline was the goddaughter of the former werewolf King, Oliver Weasley.

“Okay, do you have anything of his? Something personal?” Eron rummaged through his robe and pulled out an obsidian chain. “His necklace. he's had it since he was born.” “Perfect.” Ron said as he collected it and turned to the witch he had asked to stay behind. “Big brother, we need your help.” Prince Ron looked at the witch he had never paid attention to. Big brother? Big brother as in blood related or just witch related? The big brother smiled, steeping forward. “Anything for you, little brother.”

Months passed, but Draco was still sleeping. Albus heard footsteps approaching, and when Albus turned his head, Zergenth came over. His face was very similar to Draco's, with a more mature and wise figure. His pair of eyes are sky blue. His shoulder-length hair was sky blue with silver and gold highlights. He looked more like Draco's older brother than Draco's father. “Hi, Albus,” said Zergenth. “Zergenth, you came,” Albus replied with a low nod. "How's Draco doing? Is there any sign of him waking up soon?” Zergenth asked.

Grayson Wright:- The eldest brother of maverick. Theodore and Hudson Wright:- including Maverick they are triplet brothers. In which Theodore is the eldest and maverick is the youngest. . . . . . . .

“This must be young Mr. Knowles.” Nollace nodded. “It’s nice to meet you.” “This is my eldest grandson, Wayne. My other grandchildren used to be your classmates.” Waylon smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Nollace paused and looked into Waylon’s eyes. The brothers looked almost identical, but there were slight differences. The elder brother was polite but had sharp eyes, just like him. They both had tricks up their sleeves and wouldn’t simply show their emotions. He seemed to be harder to deal with compared with his younger brother.

After confirming my attendance by sending Orella a message, I shove my younger brother's head away when he tries to peek at my phone. "Hey!" Donovan complains. "I just wanted to see Miss Orella's picture. She's a really beautiful omega..." "Shut up, you disgusting alpha. She's way too old for you." "You're disgusting," my brother shoots back, elbowing me. My smile immediately disappears, and I freeze, because my little brother's words… Are true. I remember what I was doing just a few minutes ago, lying in bed in the dark, touching myself while thinking about Harry Oakheart, my pack's alpha and my best friend's father.

The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. “She has a kid,” I said, voice low and rough. My fingers tightened around the crystal glass of whiskey until I heard the glass creak. “A boy. Roughly six years old.” Ronan paced near the marble fireplace, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Don’t need to be a genius to do the math, brother. He smelled like us. Faint, but there. Like diluted storm and cedar.” His usual playful tone was gone, replaced by something sharp and restless.

"Do you know my dad?" Summer asked staring at the strange man "Of course yes infact we were brothers" Lord Voldemort said as he finally came down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face "Really,so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him "I said her dad is my brother but I didn't say Mr Jerald was my brother"he replied making the trio more confused "What do you mean by Mr Jerald was not your brother?you just called her your niece for god damn sake"