Rory Williams Actor Novels & Stories

I replied as she finally let me go to hug Emma. “Hey, firecracker. I missed you.” Rory approached with a cheeky grin and threw his arm over my shoulder. Rory was a handsome guy. He was around six-foot-three with shaggy dark brown hair, a lean yet muscular build, and a smile that could make any woman weak in the knees. His amazing personality only added to his charm. “Hey, kid,” I replied, knowing how much it bugged him when I called him that. He was only a few months younger than me, but I enjoyed teasing him.

Eva led him through the first door into a small room, which contained a desk, two chairs, and a single occupant. Leo studied the successor to the Rogue King. Rory was unassuming in every way. He had mouse brown hair, light tan skin, and dull greenish brown eyes. He wore a worn flannel shirt and blue jeans. He smelled faintly of smoke and concrete dust. He could have been any wolf from any pack. “So,” Rory said, hitching his hip up on the desk and crossing his arms. “You're the bastard who murdered my father.” Leo blinked. “Well. That's certainly a unique greeting,” he said. “Most people call me Leo.”

Rory shook hands with Luke and then Bella before he went to stand behind Ailsa, gently resting his hands on her shoulders. Bella explained, "Rory is a firefighter. He was on call the day of the explosion." "Aye, it was a horrible day," Rory said. "A lot of good people died. We were working houses that were completely fallen in. We'd pulled out many who didn't make it. His expression brightened. "But then we found a woman, this beautiful angel, who was hurt but alive."

But no matter how much he tried, he still could not shake off the feeling of emptiness that consumed him. That was until he met Rory Williams one year later when he was 15 and she was 13 years old. She became his best friend and childhood sweetheart. Rory’s family ‘The Williams’ were a powerful kindred family who had strong connections and ties with the nobles so they often frequented the royal palace, attending events and balls. And they had met on one of such occasions.

He smiled faintly and asked, “Mr. Fowler, you only brought one person? Aren’t you afraid this is a trap?” Rory was dressed immaculately in a white suit. He even wore a pair of non-prescription glasses, making him look elegant and scholarly. On the opposite, Blair wore a black suit. His cold yet defined features made him look like a noble kind with a strong aura. Blair sat in front of Rory and responded proudly, “Since I dare to come, I’m not afraid!” Rory sized him up and smiled mockingly. “Master Blair of Richworth, I can finally put a face to your name.”