Marvel Character Ronan Novels & Stories

"Kian! Do you dare swear to the Moon Goddess that my sister truly betrayed the pack and ran off with another?" The surrounding guards swarmed forward but hesitated, held back by Ronan's status as Head Enforcer. Kian's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He wiped his lip, his eyes dark and menacing, radiating the terrifying pressure of an offended Alpha. "Ronan, are you insane? You saw the video. Would I joke about something that brings such shame to an Alpha?" Ronan's fists were clenched so tight his veins bulged on his neck. "Then why does the corpse from the marsh, the one tortured beyond recognition by wolfsbane, have the same

I walked toward the one who appeared to be leading them. I grabbed him by the collar. "Who sent you?" He remained silent. I gripped my hands tighter. "Who?" He finally laughed. "Lucian." My jaw clenched. "What did he want?" The rogue looked toward my children. "Their powers." I stared at him. "Why?" He smiled. "Because he believes they can be used to destroy you." I released him to the warriors. "Take him." Ethan nodded. I turned back to Bella. She was holding the children tightly.

The one who’d cast him out. He grabbed my hand. “We need to move. Now.” But it was too late. They emerged from the trees—six wolves in human form, led by a man who could only be Ronan: tall, silver-streaked black hair, broad shoulders, eyes the color of storm clouds. He wore a leather jacket over a black shirt, no weapons visible, but the power rolled off him in waves. Behind him, five others—three men, two women—all radiating the same controlled violence.

Grey stubble, and a scar cutting up through his left eyebrow, and when he pulls his glove off with his teeth, I see the ring finger is short at the top joint. Nell described him in the dark of a cellar eleven years later, and she got him right down to the hand. “Ronan,” he says. “Don’t.” “Lad, listen to me.” “Don’t call me that either.” The Ravencross men come round the yard in a loose ring, and Corrin doesn’t even look at them. He looks at Ronan, and then, deliberately, past him, at me. “That’s her, then,” he says.

She would have done just that if she was still human, a weak girl who was at the mercy of her uncle. But now, she isn’t that old Charlotte. She is the Luna of the Blue Orchid pack and Alpha of the nameless pack of supernatural species. So she reigned her anger and instead, let the wave of her power scream in her stead. She watches with mild satisfaction and amusement as the power fills the dungeons and her uncle is forced to get on his knees. If not for the slight touch of Azraiel’s fingers on her back, she wouldn’t have stopped until Arthur screamed.

It was Ronan, with that familiar jawline of his and his ntense eyes. What the hell?

Tessa’s POV “Why does everyone think that you are getting married to me because of a baby?” I asked Ronan as we headed for his very important match tonight. We flew in the Nexus City and had a lot of sex even though it is prohibited during his game time, but what his team is unaware of is the fact that Ronan is not an ordinary player, he is a werewolf and that too the most powerful one, he is the Alpha! So of course we went at it like rabbits in the hotel room and then headed to the stadium where the game was held.

The shadows make his face look like it was carved from stone by the pack elders. I know some handsome boys, and Ronan is supposed to be a good-looking Alpha Successor. But Ronan looks like a little pup next to this man. Magnus is like the giant silver moon in the sky, and Ronan is just a tiny spark from a campfire. He looks like a supreme warrior who can fly over the whole Grand Wolf Assembly. A crazy idea pops into my head because the fire-water is making my brain super hot. I swallow hard and look at his lips.

Of all four of us, Ronan has the most powerful wolf and it must have been the bond both of us share separately but only I have been able to bring him back to his senses. That’s why I told Rafael and Reid that I would go after him alone. Five years ago, Ronan had killed a group of the most powerful and feared Rogues disturbing the pack at the age of fifteen, it’s why our father had made it clear that only Ronan gets to do the real work of an alpha. He’s been blessed with leadership skills and he’s crazy strong while I do the work of the war general because when Ronan had gone on a killing spree, I was the only one who was able to stop him.

I held Diva against me, my pulse hammering in my ears. She trembled, weak and unsteady, but she was here. She was back. But we weren’t safe. Not yet. A low, inhuman growl rippled through the air. Ronan. He stepped from the swirling shadows, his eyes glowing a sickening red. Power crackled around him, thick and suffocating. The walls shuddered, stone crumbling from the ceiling. I didn’t move.