Ronan Avengers Novels & Stories

Not his usual weapon, this was something special, the blade gleaming with an oily darkness that made my vision-self recoil in horror. "No," I tried to scream, but in the vision I had no voice. Could only watch as Raven moved with predatory silence toward a figure I hadn't noticed before. Ronan. Wounded, on his knees, held between two of Raven's warriors. The Alpha who should have been dead but somehow lived, captured rather than killed in the conquest. Raven didn't hesitate. Didn't gloat or explain. Just drove the dagger straight into Ronan's heart with brutal efficiency. The Alpha's eyes went wide with shock, blood blooming across his chest. He tried to speak, but only managed a wet gasp be

Ronan. His wolf towers, black fur bristling, golden eyes burning. A huge wolf is under him, pinned, but before Ronan can finish the kill an explosion tears the world apart. Fire blossoms behind them. The shockwave hits, and Ronan stumbles before ripping the throat out of his enemy. A second later, he swings around to stare at the trees. That’s when they appear. My old pack. The fuckers from Ashgrave. I told Ronan not to trust them.

“Call it strategy. Call it endurance. Call it power. Just don’t call it optional. Your moral standing and being true to yourself should never be compromised.” A throat clears nearby. I turn, and there he is. Ronan. He looks good, of course. He always does. Blazer sleeves rolled, sunglasses tucked into his shirt. He’s smiling, but there’s concern in his eyes. “Serena,” he says. “Sorry to interrupt. I saw you and I see you have an injury. Is everything okay?” His bright blue eyes don’t hide how much he cares. I glance at Sabine and Vivian, who both mask their interest with polite smiles.

So him coming with her was only working to their advantage, and now he’d get to see him fight naturally, and while he also tries to protect Vivienne, he’d be left but to take some hits, and once he’s weakened, then they can take Vivienne away and then tie him up for their further plans. The men are at least three times stronger and faster than a normal human that received normal training, given the special training they’ve received and this being their profession and even if Adrian proves to be more powerful, then there’s still no way he’d be able to beat all twenty of them. These were all Ronan’s thoughts as he relaxed his back on the chair he sat on, ready for the show, and his face lit wi

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.

Nolan: The moment the howls echoed, I was already shouting orders. “Alessandro, perimeter! Gamma team, north side! Move!” My voice cut through the chaos as warriors poured into the courtyard, shifting mid-stride, their snarls rising into the night. “One more thing that they would actually have the noble blood to actually give a warning.” Alessandro muttered under his breath as he looked at me. “I doubt the fact that this is their virtue, considering the fact that they are rogues, Alessandro.” I said, glaring at him before catching sight of Natalia.