Ronan Avengers Novels & Stories

"And he didn't need a treaty to do it. Now release my gear before I alert the vanguard." Ronan’s eyes flashed a toxic, lethal green, his grip tightening until the leather straps of my vest began to tear. "You traded your blood sovereignty to a crippled warlord just to spite my family?" "He's twice the Alpha you'll ever be!" I snapped, and before he could slam me against the chassis, I delivered a brutal, steel-toed kick directly between his thighs. The color drained instantly from Ronan’s face. He let go of my harness, stumbling back against the hood of his cruiser, his hands dropping to cover his groin as a low, agonizing wheeze left his throat.

"Repeat that transmission." Ronan kept his posture perfectly silent. Initially, his inner wolf had suspected the rage was just an ego fracture caused by my rapid marriage to a rival house. Seeing me sign my vanguard vows to a crippled king had left his system running hot with a desperate need to reclaim his property. But as the cycles passed, the truth became undeniable—his core was starving for my specific frequency, especially when my public reports outlined my operations within the Afolayan lines. Every time the network logs showed my units advancing Lucien's borders, Ronan was consumed by a lethal jealousy that confirmed his true alignment. He understood his wolf was genuinely bound to m

Breathless, I turned around. Ronan stood in front of a black car parked at the curb. Dressed in Oxxford. Hands in his pockets. His hair gleamed blue beneath the Miami sun, though the light didn’t touch his eyes fringed by dark lashes. They called himD’yavol, but there could be a halo above his head for as perfect as he looked to me right now. Waves washed against the rocks, but the sound wasn’t lonely . . . not with this man on the same side of the Atlantic. Those cartoon hearts coalesced into one and burst frommy chest.

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

The more he listened to it… he got more and more disgusted. Nero also turns into his wolf…they twist…and attack each other. From his physique alone…Ronan is far behind, Nero has a bigger, taller and stronger wolf. He has Alpha blood and training that made him an alpha. He tried to dodge all those attacks…and he remembered a move taught by Uwal at that time, maybe he could try it. He had to let Nero bite his arm…and twist it later. The problem is… how does he make that attack only hit his hand? What if he hit his heart… he would die instantly before even practicing that move.

Her neck was pierced, she looked and saw two other guys in the room, they must have sucked from her. "Mia, I'm glad you are alright" Nanny said hugging her dearly " These are the creatures I warned you about. Don't worry Raven will finish them off for us so we can have peace" Nanny said In a twinkle of an eye, Carly was kicked to their side. She groaned gritting her teeth in anger. She had been fighting with Raven "It's almost time for your siren to blow your asses back home. Just send this message to your father" Raven said pulling Carly up to rip her gown.

Donatello didn’t say a word as he looked at the four of us. “You knew of this, didn’t you?” Ariana asked her son. Donatello didn’t respond, and nodding, Ariana looked at Katerina “you two are going to make the biggest mistake of your life. Domenico is not like the other elders that you fought, and you two are not Lycans who can fight him back the way he does…”

They haven’t been used yet. Toni was my bodyguard after Eren dumped me and moving closer to his place was favourable for him. He was able to have Tamara by his side. Later Tamara gave birth to a boy, Troy. Within a few days I gave birth to Eren. It was an amazing idea to move here. Eren is surrounded by wonderful people as well as I’m. He got his uncle, his aunt and even a little cousin to play with. If I didn’t have them around me, I would have definitely turned mad. They are more than family now.

Nova’s eyes flash with a bright, otherworldly light as she channels the Goddess’s power. Suddenly, Morana’s body tenses and her hands form into fists next to her body. “The Meraloth is fighting back! It’s trying to assert its control!” Morana cries out, her body arching as the Meraloth’s presence is drawn out of her in a wisp of black smoke. “Nero! It… Gods, it hurts so much!” “You can do this, ‘Rana. You’re stronger than that fucker inside of you,” I growl, wishing I could go to her and wrap my arms around her.

"Why yes, min elskede (my love). All evening." "Perhaps you should have stopped the mead earlier, Njord," Thorstein said, his eyes filled with mirth. "Or have you been sampling unknown mushrooms again, hmm?" The crowd barked in raucous laughter. The names caused Brand's thoughts to dart back to the clandestine conversation he'd had with the thrall, Bjorn. These were the names he remembered. The rebels who had stayed behind when the rest of the Sköll Clan escaped to the future. Brand flattened himself against the cold, damp rock and carefully made his way closer to the cave mouth. While Bjorn had said most of them couldn't shift, they weren't without powers. He didn't want to be discovered be