Marvel Ronan Novels & Stories

“Let me come in. It's for your good…” I didn't wait for him to say more than that, nor did I give him a reply. I placed my hands on the doorknob with a speed that wasn't from this world, rolled it, and opened the door widely. “Enter, enter…” I said, shutting the door back immediately. It was Ronan. “These rogues are already seven times stronger than they were before…” Ronan explained, shaking his head in surprise. “How on earth would Alpha Thane be part of them?”

I’m about to open my mouth to tell him yes, to tell him to do it right now, but the door behind us bursts open. The wood hits the wall with a deafening crack. I jump, spinning around. Ronan is standing in the doorway. He’s shirtless. My breath hitches in my chest, and for a second, I forget how to speak. Ronan is a mountain of a man. His skin is a map of scars and tattoos, jagged white lines from knives, round puckers from bullets, and the dark, bold ink of the Nightborne Pack across his ribs. His chest is broad, covered in a light dusting of dark hair that disappears into the waistband of his low-slung jeans. His abs are deep-cut, shifting as he breathes. He looks raw. He looks brutal. He l

Roman ran his fingers in his hair “And maybe get over my mom and brother’s death, a possibility of forgiving my father is still zero but then the thought of healing just ….I mean how am I supposed to heal when I found out today that the man who conducted the experiment that killed them is the father of the girl I fell in love with” he finished and Cheng turned sharply to look at him “Are you shitting me right now?” Cheng asked in disbelief “I wish this was a not so funny joke too….here comes the icing on the cake. I accidentally turned her into a werewolf and her dad is the second in command to Bernard” Roman added

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

Torin's eyes sparkled upon seeing her. "A rare visitor! Isn't this Mr. Torin? Why did you come to the Andes?" Ronan provocatively asked. Ignoring his anger, Ronan casually said, "My wife has been busy lately. So have I, as we are busy producing the heir to Zenith Ventures." He paused, lifted an eyebrow, and looked at Torin as if to say, "You should know about this." Torin gritted his teeth; of course, he knew. Ronan deliberately didn't hang up the phone, letting Torin listen to how he and Lyra were 'producing an heir.'

Hades never expected there would be someone so gorgeous! Meanwhile, Marsh was ecstatic as he watched everything happen from the side. He was especially overjoyed when he saw Michael beaten up and Ronald's hand being chopped off. He thought the two men deserved it for trying to steal the spotlight when he was the one who paid for everything. Marsh was extremely impressed by Lynara at that moment. He previously thought the latter only had a few men from the cybercafe. He never expected there would be so many fearsome men. Hades was the most outstanding among the gangsters for being able to chop off someone's hand without a second thought.

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

“Is that a man in a ski mask in our living room?” Zli kicks off his shoes with a weary sigh. “Yeah... Phoebe, this is Ronan Hwan. He’s a captain in the Crimson Dragons, and he took a bullet for me tonight.” Phoebe’s eyes widen until they look like saucers. “A gangster? Zli, I thought you were doing forensic audits for the government! I assumed you were just a high-stakes nerd! You told me the 'Mike' alias was for a boring white-collar sting!”

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

If Kael felt like steady heat, this man felt like lightning waiting to strike. He leaned against one of the porch posts, arms crossed, dark hair pulled back loosely at his neck. His eyes were lighter than Kael’s — amber with flecks of green — and far less guarded. “Let me guess,” she said. “Also a werewolf. Also weirdly intense.” His grin was quick and sharp. “Ronan. Second-in-command. And I prefer ‘charmingly intense.’” She huffed a small laugh before she could stop herself. “Lena. Newly traumatized.”