Novel & Cerita Ron Got Splinched

Gasps rippled through the crowd as everyone stopped to watch. Nathan groaned, clutching his face as he tried to push himself up. There was blood dripping from his lower lip. Coral stood frozen, her face drained of color. Favian looked down at Nathan, his expression cold and unyielding. “Be rude to her again,” Favian growled, “and you won’t be getting back up.”

"You made this up to get my attention! He was stable when I left!" "Stable?" Brynn lost it. He roared like an enraged lion. "You colluded with the Underworld! You tortured him in hell! You severed his tendons and destroyed him from the waist down. Is that what you call stable?!" All the blood drained from my face. I stepped back, completely stunned. "He barely survived!" Brynn pointed right at my nose, his eyes bloodshot. "And you took his only lifeline—the griffin! The second you left, that beast, Adonis, injected him with Hydra venom!"

It folded, snapped back, and lunged again, mouth opening on a sound that wasn’t a scream so much as a machine remembering pain. Ronan caught it by the jaw and slammed it into the guardrail. Metal screamed; bolts tore; the rail bent into a crooked grin over the abyss. “Ronan!” Mira’s voice, above and behind, ricocheted down the shaft. “Left! Its tendon—!” He didn’t need the warning. He felt the coil of it, the spring in the wrong leg. He let the lunge slide past, drove two claws into the joint, and ripped. The limb buckled; the thing teetered on three points of balance that had never belonged together.

CHAPTER 10 NAIDIRA POV “You bastard!” he screamed, his jaw clenching as he prepared to launch an attack on Orion. Amon’s neck was dripping from the spot where Orion had dug his claws, barely missing his carotid artery—a feeling crept over me that Orion missing it had been intentional. Amon’s blood had splashed onto my face, dripping down my neck. The shrieks of the terrified audience snapped me back to reality. Amon was now barely inches away from the extremely calm but furious Orion. Goosebumps ran over my skin as his arms raised for what was going to be a lethal strike.

The kind that stripped pride away. Elara’s hands trembled slightly as she unbuckled her seatbelt. Nyra, move, my mind screamed. Move. Get out. But my body didn’t listen at first. Because my eyes were locked on Ronan’s wolf slamming into the scaled wolf with the force of a storm. They collided. The sound was sickening, like two boulders crashing. Ronan snapped for the creature’s throat and his teeth met scale with a scraping crunch. He jerked back, shaking his head as if the scales had jarred his jaw.

“No.” The word left my mouth like a blade. It cut clean. It did not shake. The Shepherd didn’t flinch. Ronan’s scream tore through the clearing, raw and animal, his body arching as the silver mark erupted in light. Veins of moon-bright power spidered across his skin, burning, breaking, consuming. I caught him before he hit the ground. His weight slammed into my arms, and for one horrifying second, I thought he was gone. The crowd gasped.

And it was giving him power. "Keep fighting!" I shouted. We fought for what felt like hours. But it was probably only minutes. Finally, the last spawn dissolved into smoke. We stood there breathing hard. The baby was crying now. Scared. Ronan collapsed. "Ronan!" I ran to him. His arm was completely black now. The veins had spread across half his chest. His breathing was shallow. "I'm okay," he said. But he wasn't. "Just tired." Elara knelt beside him with the baby. "Here. Let her help."

I snapped, moving at a pace they couldn’t detect despite their exceptional abilities. The moment I stopped in front of Triton and grabbed his neck, his eyes met mine. He blinked, and my hand applied just enough pressure to break his neck. His eyes were neutral when I removed my hands from around his throat. His lifeless body hit the floor with a loud thud. “ You don’t know what- - - ” Coburn’s voice was silenced. I looked to my left to find Dustin standing over his fallen form, shaking his head. My gaze fell to his hand which held the severed head of the man who was about to say something.

But before my eyes, Luna was struck by a vicious claw across her abdomen. "No!!!" I roared, flinging Clinton against the wall and lunging at the despicable rogue. Seizing his neck, I swiftly snapped it, causing blood to splatter across the surroundings. I had no intention of showing mercy. Not after witnessing the cruel act he had inflicted upon Luna. Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned to Luna. I yearned to rush to her aid, but I couldn't ignore the fact that Clinton was still moving, making him a potential threat.

"Briefly. I thought about letting you live with the rot. Letting you wake up every single morning knowing you sold out your brothers and still failed to save your family." I paused, looking down the barrel at his forehead. "But then I remembered... I fucking hate half-measures." His voice shattered completely. "Boss, please, I—" BANG. The gunshot was a deafening crack that fractured the night. Orion’s body jerked violently backward before instantly going slack. His remaining eye froze, locked open in a permanent state of disbelief. The echo of the blast rolled out over the ocean, fading into the roar of the waves until there was only the wind again.