Ron Got Splinched Novels & Stories

"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.

My ears were ringing and the sharp pain from my throat spread across my jaw and up to my ears. I gained on Black and he took another shot at me as he entered the trees that were bunched together toward the Getty Tomb. His shots were wide and I kept running. I was close to him and I tackled him from behind. We rolled over the ground and I lost my gun because I refused to loosen my grip on him. My arm made its way under his chin and he grabbed my head with both his hands and leaned forward, flipping me over him.

Laziel dragged Mara free from Ronan at the last minute and I watched my Beta’s jaw harden as he exhaled in defeat. My fist connected with Ronan's jaw with a sickening crack and his head snapped to the side, blood splattering across the white tiles. The room erupted into chaos. "You fool!" My roar shook the glass vials on Strauss's shelves. "You reckless, selfish—" Ronan recovered faster than I expected. He lunged, his hazel eyes blazing, claws unsheathed. We crashed into a supply cart, sending instruments clattering to the floor and wolves whirled all around me, desperate to watch me ripping what bonds we shared to shreds.

Her legs were spread out, and an unknown guy was thrusting his manhood into her like it was the last time he’d ever have sex again. The class gasped. Their gazes fell on me to confirm before returning to the video that played on the board. My lips dropped. “What!” I shouted. The monstrous manhood made me moan. “Oh fuck! Harder!” I cried. “Kill me!” I yelled. And in the blink of an eye, the video vanished. Liana’s face turned pale. Her lips suddenly dried out and cracked. Chris jolted to his feet. “What the hell!” he yelled, his voice filled with pain and anger.

Ronan The laughter under the stones didn’t sound like victory. It sounded like confidence. Ronan kept his stance wide and steady, as if he was bracing against a real tide. His magic pressed downward in a controlled stream, pinning whatever the thing was in the snare Mirra had built. Selene’s silver netting held it from above—clean, tight, sharp as a blade without being reckless. The nexus trembled once, then again, like it was testing the limits of what it could hold.

Orpheus ran in front of Adron. All I saw was a blur before a sickening snap was heard. He had snapped his neck before running on. Adron’s body fell to the ground, but his eyes were still blinking at me. I watched as Adron stand back up, grab his head and reposition it. The horror and excitement I felt were scary. His moments were slower, but his eyes never left me. The series of cracks made shivers run down my spine.

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.

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.