King Roan The 100 Novels & Stories

And then— The doors opened. The sound hit her all at once. Roaring. Shouting. The kind of energy that made your chest tighten whether you wanted it to or not. The arena. Mona stepped inside slowly, her senses overwhelmed. The air was thick, heavy with sweat, smoke, and something metallic underneath it all. Blood. Her eyes lifted. Straight to the ring. And then she saw him. Kane. Her breath caught. He looked... different. Bigger somehow. Sharper. The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise.

Osric smiles down at Roan as he nibbles her toes, she smiles and coos, moving her feet against his face and goatee. “Roan does seem like she will be the bigger handful, but you never know with Gunnar, he is mated to Phoenix. I do see those two getting up to some serious shenanigans,” Embry adds, making me nod and smile while gently brushing my thumb across Anarchy’s cheek, sad her mother isn’t here for her.

Determination painted her expression and even from my vantage, I could see her nails extend into claws. The Alpha of Red Stone ordered his soldiers to attack, but as his men lept in her direction, it was clear that they were no match for the dark-haired warrior. Roxy was so swift that she was like a shadow. She maneuvered around the soldiers and attacked them so deftly that they didn’t even have a chance to shield themselves. They fell prey to her attacks and died immediately when she ripped apart their necks in one easy motion.

Roan looked at me like he wanted my head for teasing him. His gaze bore into mine, and I could see the irritation and amusement in his eyes. I couldn't help but push his buttons a little, knowing it would get a reaction out of him. "Have you scored?" "You are incorrigible," he said, shaking his head with a smirk. "Always find a way to rile me up, don't you?" I watched him. Despite our differences and past conflicts, I couldn't deny that his pack hadn't done anything wrong in his current leadership. Roan was a tough Alpha who had gone through the pain of losing a mate bond, pain that he had hidden well beneath his tough exterior.

Third person POV: “Co..me Come in” Ravan said after he heard a gentle knock on his door and Dr. Rohini walked in, she immediately bowed in front of Ravan who was possessively holding Aisha in his arms “Si.. sir.. I was called here for…..” Dr Rohini stopped on her word the instant her eyes fell on Ravan who was busy pressing a thin sheet of white color mattress on his right hand side of chest which was totally tainted with his blood meanwhile seeing Dr. Rohini Ravan turned his head and drowsy eyes toward Aisha to wake her up however stopped the instant he saw her snoring peaceful in his hold, it’s been almost hour that Aisha was sleeping now while with every passing second Ravan was losing hi

Yet no one dared object. The first wolf—a burly soldier named Rovan—stepped forward. Kaelen moved like shadow and steel. Within seconds, Rovan lay flat on his back, winded. Another stepped in, then another, but none lasted longer than moments. The King’s speed, his precision, his sheer dominance left the crowd breathless.

"Rohan." Silence stretched. Then the whispers started. "Why isn’t he coming?" "What’s happening?" Kane stepped slightly in front of Rhea, his stance protective, suspicious. The tension bled into the room like smoke. Then footsteps. But it wasn’t Rohan. It was Zane. He swaggered onto the stage, jacket half-buttoned, smirk locked into place. The murmurs turned into gasps. "Oh, you poor things.." Zane said, snatching a spare mic from the stand. "Didn’t grandma mention? You can’t really crown a new king without cleaning up the skeletons first"

Kyra's POV Roan led a few warriors towards me, and when he saw the bodies of his men on the ground, his eyebrows shot up, but he did not seem surprised. “Come back with me, Kyra. This land is not worthy of having someone like you.” Roan said, his chin raised in pride, and I scoffed. “So, a trash pack like yours, whose strategy is to exploit others, is the one worthy?” I shot back, and his face darkened.

Roan screams in my head. She looks fucking amazing with her fur white as snow.

The leader, too stubborn or too stupid, flicked his wrist toward the other two standing behind him. “You two. Forward.” They hesitated. Kael’s smile widened. “Oh good,” Kael said, rolling his broad shoulders and cracking his neck with a sharp twist. “This’ll be fun. Give it your best hits, okay?” The two rogues exchanged a glance, confusion flickering with hesitation, and then, like two rabid dogs, they lunged at him in unison, jaws snapping, claws out. It happened fast. I don’t know what I expected, but certainly not this. Kael didn’t move at first. He just stood there, relaxed, like a man waiting for his drink to be poured.