Ronan Kree 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.

"By the silver moon... it really is you, Zaria. I assumed my sister's scouts had misidentified the scent-print." I offer a warm, genuine smile, my posture relaxing completely. "Good day, Healer Ronan. Are you completely free from your duties at the central medical sanctuary today?" "I simply came to collect my mid-day meat rations," Ronan answers, his eyes shining with genuine pleasure as he steps closer to my side of the table. "The moment I heard Kael was here with a female, I assumed the high clans had finally forced an alignment. But to find my brilliant junior from the advanced healing academy sitting at his table... how exactly did your wolf cross paths with the Adebayo Dominion?"

“I’m just the messenger. My boss is right behind you.” I spun around on the stool, ready to snap at whoever thought they could control my night. And then I froze. A pair of cold, piercing blue eyes stared straight at me. Unblinking. Unbothered. Ronan Cee Varkas. The eldest of the Varkas brothers. The one women whispered about like he was some kind of dark prince. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features that looked carved from stone. He didn’t need to smile to command the room.

Ronan glances at me, his shoulders slump and he whispers something so quietly, I don’t catch a single word. Frustrated, I grab his throat and press his back against the wall. I’m not hurting him, just restraining him and showing how serious about my questions I am. His eyes widen twice the size as he blurts out, “Michael is from the Deadfang pack, a very respected member in fact. He’s a high profile doctor, used to be a professor at Ravencrest. And... he’s a close friend with Deadfang’s Alpha too.” Ronan adds the last statement in a whisper.

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

“I realize now that I saw you the day after K almost killed me.” Ronan’s eyes widened momentarily, giving me my opportunity to dig for more information. “You know him, don’t you?” I asked. “K? What’s it short for?” Ronan, still resisting, shook his head. Suddenly, I felt something powerful take over me, and my hand shot out to grab Ronan’s face. His eyes immediately filled with fear. “Alright,” he said through his teeth. “His name is Kole. We work for the same person.”

Toni Pedrosa Bodyguard Report Profile, no. Wait. I grab properly the piece of paper and check it out. Toni Pedrosa? Toni? That name reminds me of Eren’s friend. But is that Eren real name? I never knew that he was named Toni too. But what about his name Eren? It’s written nowhere on the paper. Anyway, I will ask him later. I continue reading. There is his name, age, address, role, skills, height, weight and so on. At the end my eyes flash on his status. My hands start trembling.

The repetitive bangs on the door caused Rey to jolt in fear, and Nora rushed to the door to pull it open, revealing Ronan, who has an impatient scowl painted across his hard features. His eyes zeroed in on Rey, and he huffed, pushing past Nora to grab Rey's arm roughly and hurl her off the chair. "Careful, Ronan, she's hurt!" Nora gasped, and the lycan stopped abruptly, his head snapping back to Nora's, whose eyes widened in realisation. Before she could blinked; he had her pinned against the wall by her throat, her feet barely touching the ground. "You must have forgotten your place, slave," he spat in a condescending tone while Rey stared wide-eyed, unable to do anything with the other gua

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

"Kian! Do you dare swear to the Moon Goddess that my sister truly betrayed the pack and ran off with another?" The surrounding guards swarmed forward but hesitated, held back by Ronan's status as Head Enforcer. Kian's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He wiped his lip, his eyes dark and menacing, radiating the terrifying pressure of an offended Alpha. "Ronan, are you insane? You saw the video. Would I joke about something that brings such shame to an Alpha?" Ronan's fists were clenched so tight his veins bulged on his neck. "Then why does the corpse from the marsh, the one tortured beyond recognition by wolfsbane, have the same