Dangan Ronpa Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Diana leaned down, tapped Riza’s cheeks repeatedly, and grinned. Riza spat on Diana’s face. Diana closed her eyes on instinct before Dylan pulled her. “I should have told your mother to kill you before you can grow to be such a demon! Go and die! Karma will slap you back, one way or another!” Diana, whose face was being wiped clean by Dylan, veered away from her mate. She faced Riza again and delivered a blow. Not a slap, but a well-deserved punch. “You have no right to talk about my parents. Not in this life and definitely not in your next life.” Pulling Riza by the hair to drag the latter closer to her, Diana swiftly clamped Riza’s jaws. “Listen. And listen well, Luna Riza.”

Danny didn’t resist much, but he dragged his feet dramatically, flashing a wide grin over his shoulder. “Why do you want him to leave?” Aurelia asked, stepping forward despite herself. She wanted and needed, to hear more. The pieces of Ronan’s life were scattered like a puzzle she couldn’t quite solve, and every new fragment only made her hungrier for the full picture. “I want to hear more about you. And what do you mean by mated?” Danny laughed as he was being dragged toward the door, twisting his head to look back at her. “Catch up later, Luna!” He stuck his tongue out playfully at Ronan, completely unbothered by the deadly stare his older brother leveled at him.

Because acknowledging it—saying it aloud—would make it real. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for that kind of hope. So I turned back to my work, placing another heavy log onto the pile. “Okay, fine,” Ronan said, plopping down on a nearby bench. “I’ll bite. What’s the plan?” I gave him a blank look. “Plan?” “For winning over the stubborn, beautiful, completely-in-denial Luna you stole,” he said. “Because I hate to break it to you, but looking broody and stacking firewood isn’t exactly the grand romantic gesture that’s going to get her into your bed.”

I hate rejection. “What. I can't do that with Alpha Ron. He is too serious a person for this lovey-dovey thing,” I said, blushing. “Try it and the best place to start is to call him his name,” Dawn said. We talked some more before Leila and Torrent led me back to where Alpha Ron was. He didn't say much to me during dinner, and when we retired to the room we were given, I was apprehensive, but I wanted to do the things the girls said. I wanted to relate with my mate freely. So when we were about to go to bed, I tried it.

Damon coughed into his fist, which I’m pretty sure was just him hiding a laugh. I threw my hands up again. “Ohhh, great. Everyone’s amused. Perfect. Fantastic. Should I juggle too? Maybe do a little interpretive dance of despair?” “No dancing,” Damon deadpanned. I squawked, “You’re supposed to be on my side!” Ronan ignored all of it—typical—and lowered himself onto the opposite couch like a king about to announce war strategy. Except instead of some dramatic reveal, he just leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and let out a slow breath.

Dante’s chiseled face was encased in shadow, his thick black hair curling around his angular cheeks before he turned to glance at Ronan. “You little shit.” I growled, my eyes narrowing on the hand that Ronan had clamped around my best friend’s shoulder. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn he wasn't just trying to take my place in the pack but in Dante’s bloody heart as well. Their movements seemed urgent…frenzied almost, and I traced my tongue over one Fang, piercing it and feeling the sweet tingling of pain distract me from the way my hands had tightened around the rose stem.

We might as well be fucking. Ron voices the thought, pinning my shoulders to the floor with his superior weight. "You could’ve just taken the deal, you know. Fucking me would have been a lot more fun than dying for a government that doesn't care about you." "Don’t flatter yourself, Dragon!" I buck my hips hard, gaining enough leverage to shove his wounded side and roll on top. I have him for a few seconds, my hands reaching for his throat, until Ron wraps a powerful arm around my back and pulls me into a submission hold. We roll over again and again, fighting relentlessly. In the back of my mind, I’m aware that if he really wanted to, he could be putting up an even harder fight. Even now, he

Valkyrie My stubbornness only led to chaos. The glow in the room intensified, crackling with raw, unrestrained energy as the whispers swelled into a deafening roar. It wasn’t just Ragnor’s voice anymore—others, darker and more twisted, clawed relentlessly at my mind. The bond between us burned in my chest, a searing, all-consuming pain that made me clutch at my heart. "Luna!" Dwayne's grip tightened around my arm, his eyes wild with desperation. "We have to go now!"

“Thank you.” Dylan blinked, surprised. “You guys know each other?” “Huh… we don’t. Not really,” I replied immediately, my tone quick, defensive. “Oh, come on, Cross,” Ronan said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t deny me… that would break my heart.” I froze. Did he… talk about heartbreak? The nerve. He literally butchered mine. I smiled coldly at him, letting the words drip with a little edge, though my chest was racing. His gaze didn’t waver.

The twins’ banter is something I was used to by now. “So, why aren’t you at practice?” I asked Dane. He looked down at me with his gorgeous gray eyes. Dane stood tall and lean, with gray eyes and brown hair. He’s the captain of the football team and my boyfriend. Ria is the female clone of Dane. Her brown hair cascades down her back to reach her waist. Her eyes are a darker shade of gray in comparison to Dane. She’s absolutely beautiful. “I wanted to come and check if you’re ok. I know Ria is going to drag you to the mall,” he reminded.