Ron Weasley Twin Brothers Novels & Stories

I froze halfway up the staircase. “The boys?” I repeated, turning to Mom. She smiled nervously. “I told you, remember? He has three sons. A pair of twins—around your age—and a little one, just turned eight.” Twins. My blood ran cold. No. No way. It couldn’t be. I reached the top step just as two voices echoed from the hall. Laughter. Low and familiar. Then I saw them. Standing at the end of the hallway, framed by the golden afternoon light streaming in from the window, were Aiden and Ethan Nelson.

We arrived at the training ground where we encountered numerous werewolves in practice; they were remarkably well-built and impressive in stature. "Lunar, lunar," someone called. As I turned, I encountered one of the most handsome identical twins, their blonde hair and captivating blue eyes catching my attention. "Hello," I said in greeting. Getting to where I was, they were covered in sweat and exhaling deeply from their rigorous training. “So, who do we have in our midst? It's our very own Lunar.” They both smiled sheepishly, which showed their youthfulness. “I'm Aiden, and this is my brother Ethan.”

After all, he is a young male werewolf with an insatiable appetite, Alpha born werewolves being even worse. Eli and his brother, Elliot, could be twins, complete echoes of each other. Even down to the playful, cheeky and sexy as fuck personalities. But then, they are only about one year different in age, Elliot being the younger one and one inch shorter. They are forever playing pranks and causing trouble together. I am surprised Luna Kae did not swap them out for quieter pups from the nursery or just flat out murder the shits. They are never alone in causing mayhem. Our future Beta and Eli’s best friend, Louis Allaway and our future Gamma and Eli’s other best friend, Ajay Mullins. Together

His lips brushed Emilia’s hair as he whispered fiercely, “This is it, amore. This is the future. No one will ever touch them. I swear it on my soul.” The cries of the newborn twins filled the chamber, echoing against the candlelit walls. A boy and a girl, crowned with the rare red hair of the De Rossi line—the most precious symbol of survival, of love, of a legacy reborn. And as the night deepened, Luca held them, his family finally whole.

The perfect and happy family that I thought were all framed and fake. They broke me like a shattered glass, it hurts me so bad but I manage to escape all those trauma because of Hunter and Hugo. Though all of those came again with a single sight of him. "What are you... doing here?" I try to keep my tears at bay, I don't want to ruin the twins' party. "Get out of here, please." I begged, I'm scared for the twins safety. Weasley let out a sigh and looked at where the twins were sitting. He let out a small smile before nodding. "I just wanted to check out on you, Charylle. Even after everything, you're still our little sister." He started with soft and sincere eyes.

that tried to approach the twins. As for Aaron and Zeon, they had just returned from the Dragon Training Academy for their 18th birthday and were trying to sneak away from the pack house so that their restless wolves could go out for a run. Yes, all three children were Were-Vamp-Dragon hybrids just like their mother. But I knew these twins by the back of my hand. They would end up planting God knows what all stuff to scare the Queen’s subjects and give everyone their “home coming” present which I am pretty sure everyone prayed never to have one.

She was tall now; she was a teenager, her dark hair shaking loose from its plait as she ran. Behind her came the twins … mine, not their fathers', though the joke wrote itself and the whole pack made it. Two boys. Of course, it had been two. I had laughed and cried both when the healer told me, and Brynn had gone white, and Blade had sat straight down on the floor, and I had asked both of them what exactly they had expected. Cael and Bram. Four years old and already a conspiracy of two. They charged after their sister with wooden swords, shrieking, and when they caught her, she let herself be caught and went down under both of them in a laughing heap, all three of them tangled and breathless

“Right, sorry. Greg, this is Wren and Robin. The twins whose family owns this place. Also known as the chaos twins.” “Not our official title,” Robin says. Just as Wren adds, “It should be.” Greg chuckles, glancing between them. “I can see that.” Wren narrows her eyes slightly, assessing him in a way that is only half-joking. “And you’re Greg.” “I am.” “The Greg,” she presses. I groan, saying her name, trying to get her to let it go. “What?” Wren shrugs innocently. “I’m just confirming.”

I could feel his energy—he was reaching out to his brothers through the werewolf connection that bonded them. Footsteps echoed from the staircase. They grew louder, closer, until a young man appeared. He had the same hair and eyes as Rhett, but his nose was slightly different, and a pair of glasses perched on it, giving him a charmingly nerdy Harry Potter vibe. I knew immediately—it was the third brother, Joss Paxton. He grinned when he saw us. “You’re back! I was going to visit once I finished reviewing that report you gave me.” “I got tired of the damn hospital,” Rhett replied flatly.

My voice faltered. “Brother,” Alaric finished. The clearing fell utterly silent. Grandmother Selene had a brother. No. Not just a brother. A twin. The realization cracked something deep inside me. Twins in werewolf lore were rare. Twins born under a Blood Eclipse were legendary. One bound to shadow. One bound to moonlight. “She never told anyone,” I whispered. “She couldn’t,” Alaric said. “Because I was the proof.” “Proof of what?” I demanded.