Marvel Ronan Novels & Stories

Not after meeting him. “So, rumour has it that the reason why Ren hides from his own Pack members, is because at night, he turns into a possessed demons,” Mabel says, that smile on her face expressing how much she’s enjoying terrorising these girls. “And he has so many people hired not to do his work for him, but because he sneaks in here, and eats them...One and a time.” A girl beside me covers her face. She seems young, and awfully impressionable.

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

"Don't you ever suggest I wanted any of this. You took advantage of a mistake. You're a monster, Ronan." Ronan’s head had snapped to the side from the force of the blow, but he didn't recoil. Slowly, he turned his face back toward her. A dark, crimson mark was blooming across his sharp cheekbone, but instead of anger, a slow, terrifyingly dark amusement spread across his features.

"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.

He growled and I pursed my lips. Ronan pierce, the most powerful business man in the country. At such a young age, he was able to achieve things men twice his age could only dream off. Despite being faceless, he ran the entire country and because of that, he had countless enemies. “He knows, he knows Diamond Enterprise had a hand in his attack but he hasn't done anything yet. He's scheming something and if we don't get rid of him first, every single one of us here will loose everything we have worked hard for. He'll ruin all of us” Mr Anderson muttered before grabbing onto my shirt.

The voice sliced through the cold air like a blade. I stepped out onto the gravel‚ smoothing down my dress. A custom Range Rover had pulled up directly behind us. The door swung open and a tall‚ broad-shouldered man stepped into the open air. Swept-back dark hair streaked with silver‚ a razor-sharp jawline‚ wearing a tailored gray suit like body armor. Alpha Ronan Hale. Beside him stepped his Luna‚ a stunning‚ icy woman with auburn hair pinned into a flawless bun. She took his arm with practiced precision for the cameras.

A growl rippled through the line. “This is our home,” I continued, my voice growing louder, steadier. “Our families. Our pack. That thing in the mist? That is not our Alpha. That is not our blood. I am your Luna. Damon is your Alpha. And we are still standing. We are all going to stand, we are all going to fight until the very end of this, no matter what is to happen.” I pointed to the creatures writhing at the treeline.

he said calmly, “or look in Nyra’s direction with disdain… will have me to contend with.” The entire place went still. I felt it, the fear rippling through the crowd like a wave. Because Ronan’s presence wasn’t just Alpha. It was bloodline. He was born of two Alphas, Victor and Elara, power layered on power. And when he claimed something, the world listened. People backed away visibly. Eyes dropped. Someone swallowed audibly. No one spoke again. Ronan’s hand tightened around mine. “Come,” he said, voice softer for me. “Let’s eat.”

He just watched, a predator understanding the reach of its mate’s strength. I pressed my hand to my stomach, heart hammering. “I can… I think I can control it,” I whispered. But Kael didn’t answer. His gaze was already forward, sharp, deadly. Ronan stepped out from the mist then, tall, broad, silver hair plastered to his wet skin, eyes glittering with cruelty. A sneer twisted his lips. “So… the Luna hides a secret,” he said. “And the Alpha thinks he can protect both.”

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.