Marvel Character Ronan Novels & Stories

“Ronan.” *** Thoughts??? ***

Right now, he was too busy enjoying my suffering to be useful. Beside him, Ronan—my Gamma—was the very picture of poorly contained amusement. A hulking brute with reddish-blond hair, blue eyes, and a wicked sense of humor, Ronan thrived on chaos. Where Elias was strategy, Ronan was instinct—a warrior through and through. My most trusted men. My closest friends. And the biggest pains in my ass. Ronan leaned forward, resting his muscled forearms on the table, barely suppressing his grin. “So… how’s the mate situation?”

However, this moment of tranquility was suddenly broken by a loud and unexpected knock on the door. “Your Highness,” said a voice that belonged to Ronan. “Please come in,” I said, trying my best to keep my voice calm and steady. I wanted to sound confident and show that I was in control of the situation. The door suddenly swung open and Ronan walked into the room. His face showed a mix of urgency and deep concern. He was dressed in the traditional indigo tunic that identified him as a Beta. The rich color of his tunic made his commanding presence even more noticeable.

Every time I look at him, I can’t help but think about that brief moment we shared. Stop it, Lisa. Nothing happened. You're overreacting. He has a mate, for crying out loud. “Marien, Lisa, I want you to meet Alpha Xander,” Ronan said, gesturing toward the man in the room. He looked to be six feet tall or even taller, powerfully built, with a handsome face that screamed authority. I don't know where I've seen him before, but he looked familiar. Calm and collected—but I've learned that the calm ones are often the most dangerous.

He chuckled. “Did you do all this for the ball?” he questioned, running a finger from my head to my shoes. “I doubt Father changed his mind about taking the twins.” “He didn’t I just thought, as they weren’t feeling well, I could go-” “Don’t worry, you don’t have to convince me. I think it’s high time the other princes saw my gorgeous baby sister,” he chimed in, giving me that bright smile of his. Poles apart from everyone else in the family, Valerian is the only one that treated me like I am family. He is ten years older than me but is by far my favorite. I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father.

If Kael felt like steady heat, this man felt like lightning waiting to strike. He leaned against one of the porch posts, arms crossed, dark hair pulled back loosely at his neck. His eyes were lighter than Kael’s — amber with flecks of green — and far less guarded. “Let me guess,” she said. “Also a werewolf. Also weirdly intense.” His grin was quick and sharp. “Ronan. Second-in-command. And I prefer ‘charmingly intense.’” She huffed a small laugh before she could stop herself. “Lena. Newly traumatized.”

Something earned. “My father used to say,” Ronan said quietly, “that responsibility doesn’t care how much you can carry. It only cares when you drop it.” Elliot studied him. “You sound like someone who’s dropped things.” Ronan didn’t deny it. Instead, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—and stiffened. “What is it?” Elliot asked. Ronan hesitated. Then turned the phone so Elliot could see. A secure message. One line. We know he’s an omega.

he muttered, his pride refusing to yield. Frustrated to the point of absolute exhaustion, I slapped my hand against the armrest. “Do not insult my intelligence with such foolish, juvenile questions ever again. Your rank never harbored a single shred of love for my vessel, Ronan. While your body occupied my bedframe, your tactical calculations were permanently fixed on securing the political backing of Sienna Okafor and her Moon Clan's global alliances. Why didn't your transport simply lock down a mating contract with her lineage back then?” Ronan’s brow furrowed into a severe mask, his voice rising in an aggressive defense. “My tongue has explained that specific layout to your face a thousan

“Stormwind....break them!” The army marched forward, their claws and steel rending through the breach. For a passing moment, victory felt close. But then, a voice rolled across the battlefield. Very cold and mocking. “Well, well. My runaway Luna has finally found her claws.” That was Ronan. I froze, my blood turning to fire. My gaze snapped to the ramparts. There he stood, smug and unbothered, his armor gleaming with Ravenfall’s crest. His dark eyes locked on mine, and his lips twisted into a cruel smile.

I’ve never fought anyone, because there is no honor in making me submit, no rank to be won by beating the runt. Ronan, on the other hand, is big and was once strong enough to be the presumptive Alpha. But he is, as they say, weak of marrow. With no determination or perseverance, he has become filled with fat and drink and resentful dreams of life as it is lived on N*****x. His nose is cold and wet when he’s human and hot and dry when he’s not. “He’s not much, our Ronan.” That’s what Gran Drava said to me. “But he’s a male and…”