Ronan Avengers Novels & Stories

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

“That will have to wait… for now, I have to find out who did this and why, before the trail runs cold.” …. Two days later. Ronan had fully recovered, after all, he was an alpha werewolf. The deep wounds on his back had disappeared into nothing and were replaced by fresh skin. “You and Soren are going back to the Blue moon pack tomorrow” Ronan suddenly announced while the two of us were having dinner. My hands, which were still finger dipping into the chip can, paused. “Huh? Why, what about you?” I threw questions at him, smacking my lips while savouring the salty taste of the chips.

He was probably still somewhere in the mansion coughing blood and swallowing shattered pride along with it. Liora was alone. Ronan took a step forward and then his body jerked like something inside him had ripped. He let out a low groan that didn’t sound human. His hand flew to his stomach. His fingers pressed into his shirt like he could physically hold himself together. For a second, his face contorted, teeth clenched so hard Scarlet heard the grind. One of the warriors behind him rushed forward immediately, catching his arm. “My Alpha!” the man barked, voice panicked. “You need to sit…”

In fact, he’s watching me like a child might stare at a dog in a cage with genuine curiosity. I slide up the wall to standing. My legs are stiff, and every muscle in my body aches. “What do you want?” A smirk tugs up the corner of his mouth. “Hi. I’m Ronan. Beta Ronan. I’m Varek’s Beta, and his cousin, Ronan.” “I’m sorry–what was your name again?” I ask, rolling my eyes. My attempt at being a bitch only makes him laugh. “You’re funny. Fast, too. No one out runs the Alpha, but you got close last night.”

“I love you… I love you so much. Please come back. I can’t loose you. I told you I’d hunt you… Arthur… Arthur, your in there… tell Damian to stay with me… please.” Her body shook harder, grief pouring out of her like a second storm. —————— The trees hissed. A ripple of unnatural clinking echoed. Then they came. Scorpions. Massive. Glossy black. Venoms dripping in seams. Beta Ronan sliced one cleanly through the tail… But another tail grew instantly in its place. “Damn it!” He roared, blocking a stinger the size of a spear. More warriors surged onto the battlefield with a cry that shook the air.

I turned blindly, trying to push through the small crowd, and slammed into something solid. A chest like a wall of granite. I drew back, a small, terrified sound escaping my lips. I looked up, ready to run, but the air caught in my lungs for an entirely different reason. Ronan Graves was looking down at me. His expression was grim, his grey eyes piercing through the darkness. “Avina,” he said, his voice a low. I didn't hesitate. I didn't think about the fact that he was a Graves or that I barely knew him. I lunged forward and clung to his coat, my fingers trembling as I gripped the heavy fabric. I needed someone to hold onto before I flew apart.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

someone else sneered with self-loathing. "There is only one answer to change all of this" a powerful warrior named Ronan said to his brethren. Ronan is a bulky and very powerful wolf. He has jet black hair which is longer and reaches his shoulders. His black eyes are sharp and his nose is slightly crooked. Just a single punch from him is enough for his opponent to fall. He is loyal to his pack and is yet to find his mate. When the warriors of the Blue moon pack heard his words, they looked at him expectantly.

“Ronan.” *** Thoughts??? ***

Dylan had been the youngest in their unit — the one who died in her arms after command denied their extraction. Before she could respond, the lead player’s radio crackled. “Bring Vale up to the executive office. The boss wants him processed now.” In that split second of distraction, Ronan moved. He didn’t pull a weapon — he became one. He exploded forward with brutal efficiency, catching them off guard. A short, powerful punch to the throat dropped the closest guard instantly. He pivoted, shattering the next man’s knee with a snap-kick, then delivered fast, precise blows to the others.