Ronan Kree Novels & Stories

The heavy oak doors of the infirmary slammed open with a crack that echoed off the stone walls. Ronan Wolfhart strode into the room, his towering frame wrapped in dark leather armor, carrying a golden tray lined with roasted meats. The moment his gaze locked onto Kellan sitting beside my bed, his golden eyes flashed a deadly, crimson red. “What are you doing in my Luna’s quarters, Kellan?” Ronan growled, his voice vibrating with immediate dominance. “My mother sent me with nourishment for Sommy,” Kellan replied evenly, standing up to meet Ronan’s gaze without dropping his head.

"Go check... see if... your sweet little wolf... is still chilling in Lucien's bed..." Ronan seethed, his claws extending from his fingertips, drawing small beads of crimson blood from her pale neck. But killing an Okafor heir in his own garage would bring total war before he could reach me. Taking a deep, shuddering breath to suppress his killing intent, he dragged her toward the SUV, yanked open the rear passenger door, and threw her violently onto the floorboards.

Ronan roared, stepping directly between the couple and the horde, his massive frame shielding them completely as two more Creepers slammed into his steel breach armor, their bone-claws scraping harmlessly against his chest plate. Dutch was right beside him, his assault rifle barking in disciplined, three-round bursts, dropping beasts with surgical precision. He stepped into a wide combat stance, methodically taking out targets as they tried to flank Ronan's heavy shield wall. Tristan materialized on the high catwalk above, dropping two light friction-grenades right into the mouth of the boiling sinkhole. CRACK-BOOM! A localized shockwave tore through the earth, crushing a dozen Creepers in t

Memories of all the hurdles I went through came rushing back. Looking back at the man, I watched him as he poured a glass of water. "Hmmm," I cleared my throat. "Who are you?" He stopped what he was doing and faced me. He moved closer and locked his fingers in front of him and a small nervous smile danced on the corners of his lips. "Pardon me, Luna. I'm Koran Crane. His Majesty's personal doctor," he introduced. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. It was obvious that Kaleth wasn't around and I'm grateful for that.

"Now do you understand why they had to die? I can't have this 'Leo' finding you and you gave their names as leads for him." I didn't reply. How could I? There was nothing I could say that would make anything better. "Who is he anyway?" he said tapping the gun on the table. "Your real mate? The owner of that huge mark?" "Yes," I said shakily. "Would 'Leo' by any chance be shortened from Alpha Leonardo Antonio Loren?" he asked still staring intently. I looked up to the ceiling and took a short breath in. It just kept getting worse. "And that makes you the Luna of the Stella pack...yes?" he said deviously. "Ella Jones Loren?"

But because of his grandfather's negligence, his mother had to share the consequences. At that time, Beliast Brendeoni accidentally scolded Lyshroxa Vallen, the younger brother of Granada La Coruna Valencia. Not because of a trivial thing Beliast Brendeoni scolded Roxa. The young man impudently brought a royal heirloom to show off to his friends. After scolding Roxa, Beliast Brendeoni is exiled forever in the forest of darkness. All the treasures owned by Deon were taken by the kingdom. Leaving Leony Slevyan, the only teenage daughter who lives alone.

Valerian explained. I took his word for it and tried to relax. I looked around the large hall filled with people dressed in flashy clothing. Several torches circled it spreading the light of the flames. Everything seemed to have a touch of gold. Food was served on several tables, and some maids carried about drinks and snacks on trays. Three more kingdoms were announced after ours. I caught Valerian staring at one of the princesses of RavenCrest as she walked the aisle. Judging by the smile she rendered when their eyes met, they must have something going.

They helped me fix things, confirming everything was going well in the pack. “The old men said it’s time for you to finally pick a Luna,” Max uttered. “And why is that? Don’t they have better things to speak about in their gathering?” Max cleared his throat into his fist. “As much as you don’t understand how dangerous the cartel business is, the rest of the pack members do. You’re a Don, and there are a lot of enemies around you. You know the risk, Alpha. Your life can be taken away from you anytime and the Throne will finally go to your brother since you have no heir.”

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

The guards do not come in apart from to take our food trays away. If I think about these things hard enough I can drown out the inane racket of Ronan. He delights in his own noise and filth. “Corina the failure. Corina the weak. Corina the stupid fucking cunt, Corina the brother-fuckeeeeeeerrr” he screeches endlessly. I ripped the edge of my dress away and tried to make earplugs but it made no difference.