Marvel Character Ronan Novels & Stories

I silently begged the universe to keep her safe. It still didn’t sit right with me that so many innocent people had gotten caught up in this mess. These people used the one moment my security was weaker—when not all the guards were around. Marco being out of the country had given them the perfect window. “You can call me Ronan,” he said, but he didn’t give a last name. “I’m guessing you’ll pass it along to your husband, and he’ll know exactly who I am.” That comment lit a spark of frustration in me. Ronan wasn’t just some random guy. There was something about the way he carried himself—confident, smooth, calculated. He reminded me of Marco, just with a looser edge.

I could hear my wolf roar inside me whenever I would face people with gray and black auras, but with Blade and his knights, my wolf was unbelievably calm. I cleared my throat and looked away from Chelsea. “Any updates about my family? Did you call Nurse Phoebe this morning?” “I did, she said that they are still the same today, princess,” she replied in a low voice. I sighed. Mom was still in a coma. Ronan shifted three years ago and had never come back in his human form since then. He just spent his time wandering in the woods. Earl had locked himself up in his room. His right leg was severely injured. He could no longer shift. He had to use a cane to walk now.

If Idris Raed hadn’t stepped in, the Lycan Commander would’ve had no choice but to accept me. In the end, her son ruined my plans. And yet, the woman had the nerve to look at me as if I seduced him. “And you think I’ll believe your words?” Chuckling mirthlessly, Luna Nazia’s gaze turned sharp. “Either way, I’ve already warned you. My son’s Luna can only be his true soulmate.” Raising out of her seat, she brushed off her skirt. I scoffed. As if any dust could be found here.

I looked at Ronan, my power sending him flying hard into a wall. I felt like I was being taken over by something or someone else, my voice was an eerie tone spitting, “Why do you want to know where they are, so you can kill us again?” his eyes were wide in fear, "you mess with something you do not know." the eerie voiced finished. Shock was clear on Anders and Thanes' faces as they looked from me to Ronan, who was now unconscious on the floor in a pile of rubble. A hole had been punched through the cell wall. Nolan dropped the brother's restraints and went to help Ronan.

"The rogues. Ronan came home bleeding that night, marked like something out of a nightmare. If it wasn't you, what actually happened to him?" Marcus frowned, confusion crossing his face, genuine and unrehearsed. "I don't know anything about that. I was already down here by the time it happened. Whatever he told you, I wasn't part of it." I believed him. I'd believed him the moment I saw his face, if I was honest with myself, because a man capable of orchestrating an ambush against his own Alpha didn't sit in a cell for weeks accepting blame for a story built entirely by someone else's convenience.

Dylan had been the youngest in their unit — the one who died in her arms after command denied their extraction. Before she could respond, the lead player’s radio crackled. “Bring Vale up to the executive office. The boss wants him processed now.” In that split second of distraction, Ronan moved. He didn’t pull a weapon — he became one. He exploded forward with brutal efficiency, catching them off guard. A short, powerful punch to the throat dropped the closest guard instantly. He pivoted, shattering the next man’s knee with a snap-kick, then delivered fast, precise blows to the others.

With that, the doctor was gone, leaving Ronan and me alone. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t say anything, but no such luck. “Julia,” Ronan said slowly, his voice dangerously calm. “Why does the pup carry my genetic trait?”

My heart leapt into my throat as I turned toward the intruder. Ronan. He stood in the doorway, eyes locked on Luka, chest heaving. His jaw clenched tight, and for the briefest second—I could’ve sworn—I saw his eyes glow. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” he snarled, his voice low, feral.

"You are in this?" "Unfortunately," Noah said and tightened his hold around Ryan. My son looked really frightened and I couldn't bear watching him this way. "Don't move!" Noah commanded. "If you do, I'll slash his throat," "What do you want?!" I screamed. "If you want anyone, take me. Kill me. Don't do anything to my boy!" "I won't do anything to him on one condition, Mila," "Tell me. What do you want!" "For Ryan to reject my daughter as a mate. I want her married to Xavier so she can become Luna,"

Chapter 1 Aurora’s POV “This is ridiculous,” I snapped the second the tall bastard stepped into my penthouse living room. I crossed my arms tight under my breasts, pushing them up on purpose just to see if he’d look, but the coward didn’t. His eyes stayed locked on my face as if I was just some annoying package he had to deliver. That pissed me off more than anything. Ronan stood there in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms covered in veins and old scars. Ex-special forces, they said.