Ronan Avengers Novels & Stories

And I couldn’t bear that. One by one, the warriors charged at him—men from Evric’s pack, some even from mine. They were strong, fast, and angry. But Ronan was stronger. With every punch, every kick, every blow, he knocked them down. He roared when they tried to touch him. He pushed back when they tried to surround him. He moved like a beast—wild, wounded, but full of fire. I stood at the edge of the field, my hand over my mouth, trying not to scream.

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.

I shout, my voice hoarse. The sound echoes, swallowed by the ongoing chaos. The heavy door bursts open, and a Draven warrior stumbles in, then flies backward, his throat torn open before he hits the ground. Ronan steps through the smoke. For a moment, I forget how to breathe. He’s drenched in blood, his eyes glowing the deepest gold, his wolf bleeding through the human mask and his claws drip crimson. His chest heaves, shirt shredded, body a battlefield. The scent of rage and devotion rolls off him in waves.

he said quietly, “you’ll wish the Hunters had found you first.” For a moment, no one breathed. Then Solren nodded. Not in agreement. In decision. “Take her.” Ten wolves lunged at once. The forest exploded. Ronan met their charge like an avalanche. Fur erupted over his skin as he shifted mid‑leap, bones cracking, muscles tearing and reforming into the monstrous shape of a grizzly twice the size of any natural predator. His roar shook the ridge. He slammed into the first wolf with enough force to snap spines, sending the creature tumbling across the rocks.

“Mother!“ Nora shrieked and suddenly stood up to run to her mother's lifeless body with tears in her eyes. But Darkie pushed her back and made the two rogue Soldiers hold her. Alvin's gaze was fixed on the spot of her body like he couldn't believe his eyes. “That women cared nothing about you—thought you should've never been born. And yet you're going to waste your tears because she's gone.“ Venom nodded his head in disapproval and gave a small smile to Nora. “Stupid.“ “Let's get this over with…” Darkie started to say. “Wait, wait! W-what about Raven? Isn't he part of the plan? Wait! Is there even a plan at all?“ “Yes, there is.“ Venom suddenly pointed the gun to Alvin. At that moment, Nora

He looked stiff, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might shatter. "He's not moving right," Nora Bennett, the team's PR Alpha, muttered beside me. "Jack, what did you give him?" "A chance," I replied, my hands trembling in my lap. On the screen, Noah Vexley, a rival from the Shadowpine territory, checked Ronan into the boards. The impact sounded like a gunshot. Ronan didn't go down. He spun, his eyes catching the camera for a split second—they were blue, the color of a frozen lake, instead of his usual gold. The neutralizer was working, but it was killing his strength.

But before my hand could slam into the stone and end everything, a shadow broke through the light. Ronan didn't just run; he launched himself across the arena with reckless abandon, his Alpha speed turning him into a blur of black and gold. He bypassed the falling energy, somehow threading through the deadly currents, his body colliding with my floating form mid-air. His massive arms wrapped around my waist, his chest slamming against my back with a heavy, desperate impact that actually forced the entity back an inch… the first resistance it had encountered.

Just slightly. “Then we finish this,” I said. “Together.” Lorenzo’s jaw clenched. He nodded once. A temporary alliance. One forged in blood, loss, and rage. Valerie took a step forward, her eyes blazing. “Xavier,” she whispered, “she’s here...” The sky split. Lisa descended. And the war began.