Ronan Avengers Novels & Stories

A massive figure stood blocking the exit, his silhouette etched against the dim, dust-choked light. Ronan Stone. He was built like a mountain carved from granite. Broad shoulders, thick neck, fists like sledgehammers. His hair was dark and shaggy, his jaw covered in a coarse shadow of stubble. Where Kael was polished cruelty and Zephyr was icy calculation, Ronan was raw, unfiltered violence. He didn’t wear a uniform. He wore a tight black tank top that strained across his chest, his thick arms covered in a lattice of scars.

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.

Jerk! ~~~ ~~~ The moment my lab session ends and I step outside to head home, there he is again. Only this time, I’m not alone. Ava’s with me. And...of course, Ronan turns on the charm the second he spots her staring like she's never seen a dark-haired dude with silver eyes. “Hey, Ava,” he says, smooth and friendly, his smile sharp enough to make any girl’s brain cells melt. Ava practically lights up. She’s always had a crush on him. Then again, so has half the female population on campus. He’s the captain of the Icewolves hockey team, a walking celebrity in our college bubble. I’ve seen girls fake limp just to get his attention.

“Stormwind....break them!” The army marched forward, their claws and steel rending through the breach. For a passing moment, victory felt close. But then, a voice rolled across the battlefield. Very cold and mocking. “Well, well. My runaway Luna has finally found her claws.” That was Ronan. I froze, my blood turning to fire. My gaze snapped to the ramparts. There he stood, smug and unbothered, his armor gleaming with Ravenfall’s crest. His dark eyes locked on mine, and his lips twisted into a cruel smile.

Dressed in smart-searching heavy defensive tools round their necks, without a doubt they have been designed to protect vampires. Very possibly, all of the substances used in their uniforms have been manufactured from robust fibres to face up to vampire enamel. Outside the yard, symptoms and symptoms of an armoured van may be seen. Several searchlights have been directed in the direction of Raven's surroundings, lighting fixtures up the nighttime sky as vibrant as day, leaving nowhere for the goal to hide. "Good evening, Raven." The chief of the troops turned into Anna. Just just like the first time they met, Tony turned into status with the aid of using her side.

With one final slash, the shadow dissolved into black mist. Ronan vs. Ronan The feral mirror-Ronan snarled, shifting fully into wolf-form midair. Ronan didn’t flinch. Instead, he shifted too. Two massive wolves collided with a shockwave of power. Fur flew. Claws raked. But Ronan’s heart was steady. The shadow-beast lunged for Ava. And Ronan snapped its neck before it could reach her. He shifted back to human, bloodied but grinning. “Only one of me gets to bite her,” he muttered.

“Pride. Power. Sasha. Take your pick.” “You were like a brother to me,” I whispered. “You know this isn’t right.” He smiled. “That’s why it feels so good.” And then he walked off, calling, “Ten more! Now!” Ronan staggered. Ten warriors rushed him. He tried. He really did. Took two down instantly. Struggled with the third. The fourth punched him in the ribs. The fifth kicked his leg. He dropped again. But he didn’t stay down. He got up.

The sheer number of souls overwhelmed them. They were Ryker’s army. Dante pounced on Ronan mid-air, landing a brutal punch to his gut to solidify his previous attack. With a grin, he taunted, “Still abandoning everything for her, just like you abandoned your newborn son?” Ronan’s body collided violently with the debris, the ground shaking beneath him as the dirt flew into the air like a cloud of poison. The scent of fresh blood thrilled Dante, but when he looked down, he saw Ronan, still alive, sitting in the debris with a crazed look in his eyes.

Tessa’s POV “Why does everyone think that you are getting married to me because of a baby?” I asked Ronan as we headed for his very important match tonight. We flew in the Nexus City and had a lot of sex even though it is prohibited during his game time, but what his team is unaware of is the fact that Ronan is not an ordinary player, he is a werewolf and that too the most powerful one, he is the Alpha! So of course we went at it like rabbits in the hotel room and then headed to the stadium where the game was held.

And standing at the absolute front of that line, coated in blood and dirt, was Ronan. He was in his human form, a towering engine of lethal destruction. His silver combat knives were a blinding blur, slicing through the feral wolves that dared to lunge at him. His tactical vest was slashed to ribbons, and a dark crimson stain was spreading rapidly across his left shoulder, but his stormy grey eyes burned with a terrifying, unyielding fire. He was protecting the heavy canvas bags of explosives piled behind him at all costs. But there were simply too many of them.