Novel & Cerita Ron Got Splinched

It gleamed black in the ashen light. Orion swore as a raw sound cut through the haze, but he was already shifting, stepping between us. “Don’t…..” he started. The crossbow barked. The bolt screamed. Every second stretched into a rope. I saw the tip of metal aimed straight for me. Something ruptured inside Orion. He threw himself forward. His shoulder slammed into the bolt’s path. “Orion!” I shouted, panic shredding the last of my restraint.

The bond ignited. Stronger than ever before. Not overwhelming. Not controlling. Supporting. Balancing. Ronan inhaled sharply. His strength returned—not fully— But enough. Garrick’s strike came down. Ronan moved. Fast. Too fast. He caught Garrick’s arm mid-strike— Twisted— And drove him into the ground with a force that shook the entire ridge. The impact echoed like thunder. Before Garrick could recover— Ronan’s claws were at his throat. Silence.

Brody met him—black against silver, fury against power. They collided—claws, fangs, snarls. The ground shook. Blood flew. I circled—waiting for an opening. Ronan was stronger, older, more experienced. He pinned Brody—teeth at his throat. I lunged. Teeth sank into Ronan’s flank. He roared. I held on—clawing, tearing. Brody broke free. Together we drove Ronan back—black and silver against silver. He shifted human again—bleeding, panting.

That day we got know that the goons was targeting Bella not me. I had no bullets and they started laughing when my bullet ended. They asked me to give Bella to them. Bella told them what they people wanted from her. They were about to hit her. I went to the boy and we started fighting. We all were really injured. When he grabbed Bella from her neck and it was difficult for her to take a breath.

But Neptune only smirked, tightening his hold. “This is getting boring,” Neptune sighed. “Maybe I should just snap your neck and be done with it.” Panic surged through me. My body shook as I watched Trent struggle, his face turning pale, his breaths growing weaker. “No!” I screamed, scrambling to my feet. I couldn’t just stand there. I couldn’t watch him die. But just as I took a step forward, a loud sound filled the air. A deep, powerful growl. The ground trembled beneath me. Neptune’s grip loosened slightly as he turned his head. His expression shifted from amusement to shock.

The Lionheart martial elites felt a chill extending from their scalp down to their soles right then, and no one dared move an inch now. "Fuck! Chet Jonas really killed us all!" Nearby, a bundle of flesh, blood and eyeballs that stuck to the wall from the force of Grom's exploding head fell off. It dropped near Urian's feet with an audible splash. The man trembled endlessly as he watched, his soul leaving his body right then. "Argh!!!" Chet was screaming as white brain matter rained down and landed in front of him, and he dropped on his rear with a loud thud.

“You used the Moon to hide your greed.” Soren spat, struggling. "You concealed your weakness by using the marked one." Ronan’s grip tightened. Dain stepped closer, blade ready. Neutral wolves circled, snarling, eyes bright with vengeance. Soren’s gaze flicked across them. He realized the pack was no longer his. His mouth twisted. Blood dribbled from his lip where the impact had split skin. He spat again, crimson splattering the stone. Then he snarled through broken breath, his voice thick with certainty even in defeat.

An hour more pasted and I shot up as if I were punched in the gut. “Fallon!” My voice carried through the woods and Orion was upon his feet running at a full sprint toward Fallon. “Blair, I felt it too. Are you alright?” “Pick me up. It’s time to go back.” Carden sat on the hammock for me to get on his back and I did. He jogged not wanting to cause to much more pain to me. Orion was throwing punches at Nate, “You are fucking stupid!” Carden let me off his back once my feet touched the ground it rumbled towards Nate like a large snake was underneath. Fallon spits out blood to the side. Adrian stood behind him with Noel in his grasp.

And he was no where better than Turner. I sucked in a breath as I put on my last gear. I had been equipped with knee pads, elbow pads, helmet and a couple of other safety wears. Not that it would be useful if I lose. The desperation, the fear, all of that was seeping in slowly as I feared up. My family; my mother, my godforsaken half brother, my best friend, all of them could never see me again. And they’ll go years wondering and worrying where the hell I went to and never came back from. My eyes fluttered close. I was scared and it was beginning to show from my trembling. The sound of the door unlocking made my eyes snap open. Osborne came in holding a bottle of vodka and a glass.

the second man says and I sense my bonds closing in behind me. “Sure, let's go have some fun,” I smile, “You don't mind if I bring my bonds along do you?” I raise a brow at them. Their faces drop but before they can react further their fingers that grip Coner snap back at a sickening angle. They both cry out in pain, nursing their mangled hands. Coner rushes to my side. “Sorry I forgot to mention that one is a little bit of a psycho, I hope that's not an issue,” I shrug.