Marvel Ronan Novels & Stories

I couldn’t begin to imagine what he would have done. With everything even, a part of me is beginning to get more curious about the real Ivy and the other part pities him—I can’t imagine the amount of betrayal he’d feel when he realizes he’s been lied to all this while. *** I later got to see the person Ronan had been talking to earlier. His name was Maxim, Ronan called him his assistant, though the title didn’t suit him. He looked more like a man you’d call to help you get rid of problems. Nearly as tall as Ronan, but broader through the shoulders, he had a pale scar running from his left ear to his cheek with a face that probably hadn't smiled in years.

A massive figure stood blocking the exit, his silhouette etched against the dim, dust-choked light. Ronan Stone. He was built like a mountain carved from granite. Broad shoulders, thick neck, fists like sledgehammers. His hair was dark and shaggy, his jaw covered in a coarse shadow of stubble. Where Kael was polished cruelty and Zephyr was icy calculation, Ronan was raw, unfiltered violence. He didn’t wear a uniform. He wore a tight black tank top that strained across his chest, his thick arms covered in a lattice of scars.

The sting burned through my skin and down to my spine. “You already know why I slapped you,” he hissed, breathing hard. “What was the meaning of that? What the actual hell was that video?!” I opened my mouth, lips trembling, heart thudding like a drum—but before I could utter a single word, the door creaked open again. We both turned. Standing there, dressed in black and looking every bit like a mafia prince with power rolling off his shoulders, was Ronan. Behind him were two men in suits, both built like walking tanks.

Dante’s Alpha bellow drained the air from the room and I watched Ronan’s body stiffen as if he had suddenly been struck by thunder. The wiry doctor shuffled in behind us, freezing at the door like he wasn't sure what was going on but would hate to come in the middle of any of it. “This little shit gave Mara his blood, Milburn. His fucking blood!” Ronan started when I managed to stretch to my feet, my bones still humming from the impact of his blow. “I’m fine.” I snapped, shrugging off the brunette when he reached for me with concern and pity reflected in his pretty bronze eyes.

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.”

So… Caelan and the woman are Kieran’s parents. And Ronan… Ronan is his brother. Which makes him Maven’s and Raven’s father. The realization hits me like a rock in the chest. Before I can string the thoughts together, the scene ripples and shifts again, following Ronan storming down a narrow hallway, his footsteps sharp and furious. At the end of the corridor, a tall man stands waiting. Younger, but still recognizable. Alpha Alex. “Alex, we need to speed up the plan,” Ronan hisses, barely containing his fury.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

Ronan is the Alpha of Silverpine Pack. To protect Mara, the widow of the warrior who died saving him, and her young son, he repeatedly chooses them over his own family. The entire pack praises his loyalty and honor. Only I know that every promise he keeps to Mara teaches his own daughter to stop waiting for him. Then Ivy writes in an assignment at the pack academy: [My father is dead.] [He did not die at the border. He died at Mara’s house. Every time she called, he went to her and forgot how to come home.] Ronan finally realizes something is wrong and returns with a belated gift. What he does not know is that a summons from the Northern Crown has already reached me. In fifteen days, I will

ALEC POV An hour later, I strolled casually to Ronan's office but stopped myself right outside when I saw him looking extremely angry and tired. I could sense the tension that was coiled tightly in his shoulders even from right where I was, his friend Marcus and bodyguard leaned against the conference table behind him, arms folded. “You look like hell,” Marcus said bluntly but Ronan didn’t even bother to turn around. “Sleep is overrated.” He answered in a gruff voice that sounded exhausted just like mine.