Marvel Character Ronan Novels & Stories

The same man from the war room. "Do not scream," he said quietly. His voice was deep and rough. "I am not here to hurt you. I am here to talk about the king you are helping destroy." He removed his hand slowly. I scrambled backward until my back hit the headboard. "Who are you?" I whispered. His smile was cold and sharp and held no humor at all. "My name is Ronan," he said. "And Kael is my brother.”

“What do you mean, others?” He looked at her now, full-on, with that ancient weariness she only saw when his guard slipped. “There are wolves who roam without code or pack. Creatures who obey the old law of hunger and conquest. One in particular…” His voice dropped, almost inaudible. “Ronan.” The name sent an involuntary chill down her spine. “He’s not just a myth?” she asked. Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Ronan is real. He was exiled long before you were born, but he didn’t die. He’s gathering power lurking in the blood shadows, looking for the one who can unlock what the Elders buried.”

Matt is right beside her and he is looking at Aurora with so much hatred and anger that it mirrors the same energy Ronan had towards her earlier. I look at the little girl again. She has somehow found her way back to Ronan's side and she is holding on to his leg as tightly as her little arms allow her. The little girl who looks so much like the man that I love. The face, the hair, the eyes, she is literally a female version of Ronan. I shake my head with a small laugh. Nah, that's just not right. Ronan doesn't have a child. He doesn't.

I asked. “I don’t know, but Ronan has a lot of enemies.” Beta Grant breathed. “Look, what happened back there-” He stopped when the large mechanical garage door started to open. My eyes widened when I saw Ronan smiling. I now realized that there was no attack. “Ronan…what’s going on?” I asked. “Happy birthday babe!” He stood aside and I was suddenly blinded by light. “Is that…is that a car?!” “Yeah, isn’t it nice?”

His piercing eyes scanned the group before settling on Sasha. “You’re the one he wants,” the stranger said, his voice deep and gravelly. “The one he’ll tear the world apart to claim.” “Who the hell are you?” Marcus demanded, stepping forward with his weapon raised. The man ignored him, his gaze locked on Sasha. “If you want to survive, you’ll need more than whatever power you just used. Ronan is stronger than you can imagine, and he’s not fighting alone.” “And you are?” Sasha asked, her voice wary.

His tone coming off flat on purpose. He stepped further into the room, pullin out one of the chairs and helping himself as both Arthur and Matt watched him. “ I see you and i see Drogo and i can not help but wonder whose side you are really on.” Matt stepped closer to him. “Hey kid, watch your mouth.” Ronan’s face tightened at being called kid and composed himself immediately. “I am Ronan, a friend of Silver’s. I am here to help.” Arthur looked at him with irritation the moment he heard him mention silver. His wolf snarled inwardly. He moved closer to him, his eyes blazing. “ If you’re here to help, then get to talking, or get the hell out of here.”

I vaguely wondered if Ronan would agree to a rematch, then realized that was probably a horrific idea. Through training, we’d discovered that Marni was an untapped fountain of talent. She could detect a threat well before the others, and her speed was unmatched. It didn’t get past me how much Xavier noticed too. The moment the moon crested, Aniyah and an Indigenous woman stepped in front of Ronan, who stood in front of a gigantic bonfire. They were both wearing gorgeous silk robes in shades of gold, red, and amber.

"Alright, forget about any possibilities, and we just need to trace it from the beginning. Your place is strategic because it's not far from Linea's place that your best friend showed you, but this is strange." Ronan, who had been silent, seemed to be thinking of many possibilities. He was an omega, but Jeremiah believed in him, and his omega caste could change if he worked hard. And Ronan did show his skills in all fields, even on the battlefield. He was so competent that he could win any fight. So there was no harm if they gave Ronan a chance to become one of the pawns in their group. So Ronan also took part in this mission, then expressed what was on his mind.

"The monster is real. And you know it." His face went white. "Guards!" He shouted. "Arrest these people! They're dangerous!" The guards didn't move. Too many townspeople between us now. Too much hope in the air. Ronan stepped forward. Pushed through the crowd. Rolled up his sleeve. Showed his arm. The one that had shadow veins. Dark tendrils spread from his fingers. They are gone now. Healed. Only faint scars remained.

someone else sneered with self-loathing. "There is only one answer to change all of this" a powerful warrior named Ronan said to his brethren. Ronan is a bulky and very powerful wolf. He has jet black hair which is longer and reaches his shoulders. His black eyes are sharp and his nose is slightly crooked. Just a single punch from him is enough for his opponent to fall. He is loyal to his pack and is yet to find his mate. When the warriors of the Blue moon pack heard his words, they looked at him expectantly.