Ronan Kree Novels & Stories

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

He made no attempt to correct them. He was a sociopath with an obsession for power and a pattern of marrying teenage girls. He was a culmination of everything bad in one person. The tribe needed a glue. A heart. A Luna. Noah needed to find her. Fast. Because the ball was bouncing. And the box was shrinking.

“Is that a man in a ski mask in our living room?” Zli kicks off his shoes with a weary sigh. “Yeah... Phoebe, this is Ronan Hwan. He’s a captain in the Crimson Dragons, and he took a bullet for me tonight.” Phoebe’s eyes widen until they look like saucers. “A gangster? Zli, I thought you were doing forensic audits for the government! I assumed you were just a high-stakes nerd! You told me the 'Mike' alias was for a boring white-collar sting!”

Seeing them. Two creatures had her triangulated. One—thin, stitched, jittering—dragged a misremembered foot. The other dwarfed it, moving with a heavier, steadier hunger, as though it had learned to exist inside its brokenness. Both had turned their faces toward her throat. Toward the absence of voice. Something inside Ronan that had been a man, a leader, a non-monster—snapped. He didn’t shift all the way. He didn’t need to. His bones accepted a partial change like breath: claws unsheathed; tendons braided with strength; his spine lengthened until the world steadied under a gravity that belonged to older things.

For weeks, Kael hovered between life and death, burning with fever, whispering one name in his sleep: Liora. When he finally woke, the first words out of his mouth were, “Did they think I died?” Ronan had nodded. “Everyone does.” Kael’s eyes had turned hard. “Good.” From that day, the training started. Ronan was no ordinary man. He had once been a warrior for clans long forgotten. He knew how to fight with fists, blades, guns—and with the wolf inside. He taught Kael to control his shift fully, to make it faster, stronger. To hide his silver glow when he needed to. To move like a ghost.

Ronan The night air bit against his skin, sharp and clean, but it did nothing to clear his head. Not even the wind howling like the beast inside him could drown out the echo of her voice. "On your knees." He'd obeyed without hesitation. Not because of instinct. Not even because of lust. But because something inside him had snapped—not in rebellion, but in surrender. Ronan Thorne, Alpha of the Vrykal pack. Cursed, feared, half-legend. And yet, all it took was one woman with a gaze like a blade and a voice like a collar... and he had fallen.

His body had used everything all at once. A few minutes later, Creed again picked himself from the ground. His stamina and Chakra reserves were still drained out. His eyes were sullen from it and his stomach was growling too. Putting aside his hunger and exhaustion, Creed summoned the holographic console in front of him again. Some notifications were visible on the screen. [Congratulations!! Mr. Creed Gryffon. You have successfully broken the highest record made by contender Varun Bakshi of the Phoenix Clan.] “Who is this Varun Bakshi?” Creed pondered on the notification, “Wait!! He is from the Phoenix Clan!!”

RONAN Reaper. That’s what they called me. A name I earned at fifteen, the night I took my first life. Not in a sanctioned duel, but during a hunt. A traitor, disguised as a childhood friend. The betrayer. The liar I hated down to the marrow of my bones. I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t flinch. I buried him myself, while I walked away with blood on my hands towards my father’s throne that awaited me. But I wanted to build my own. And the place to do that was Lupine Academy.

"Four, your student union election result is already decided at this moment. I will ensure you do not win. You know what I can do. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some young men and women to address." He started walking towards the door. "Grandpa!" "I'm no longer your grandfather." Ronald declared and continued towards the exit. Donovan stood there and began to press buttons on his phone. *** Back in the house, Boma concentrated as Teni tutored her. She wished she had known Teni earlier. The girl explained concepts like Abcd.

The same man from the war room. "Do not scream," he said quietly. His voice was deep and rough. "I am not here to hurt you. I am here to talk about the king you are helping destroy." He removed his hand slowly. I scrambled backward until my back hit the headboard. "Who are you?" I whispered. His smile was cold and sharp and held no humor at all. "My name is Ronan," he said. "And Kael is my brother.”