Ronan Marvel Novels & Stories

I’ve never fought anyone, because there is no honor in making me submit, no rank to be won by beating the runt. Ronan, on the other hand, is big and was once strong enough to be the presumptive Alpha. But he is, as they say, weak of marrow. With no determination or perseverance, he has become filled with fat and drink and resentful dreams of life as it is lived on N*****x. His nose is cold and wet when he’s human and hot and dry when he’s not. “He’s not much, our Ronan.” That’s what Gran Drava said to me. “But he’s a male and…”

A low, dry laugh drifts in from the doorway, and every head in the room turns toward it. Ronan leans against the frame with one shoulder, sandy hair pushed back from his forehead in the careless way that takes him ten minutes in front of a mirror to fake, a heavy silver lighter turning end over end between two fingers. The burn scar along his forearm shows pale against the rolled cuff of his sleeve, the same scar he's had since the night five years ago when he tried to stop a ritual he had no power to stop. "The big bad Vane brothers, out maneuvered by a human lawyer." He says it light, easy, the practiced tone he's used on every hard conversation in this family since he learned to talk.

However, the deep-sea merfolk massacred the whole village for no reason, which he found unacceptable. At that time, Ronan tried to chase after them to avenge the pitiful villagers, but he was no match for them. Fortunately, he met Philip, which gave him a new purpose in life. After he finished speaking, Ronan threw a punch. The punch contained a lot of power that overwhelmed his opponent. “Ow!" Tangy flew out and fell to the ground miserably. Although his injuries were not obvious, he was badly hurt internally. He only had a few days to live.

I’ve been in this game too long. Ronan isn’t a hero. He’s a predator. And no matter how gentle his words seem, beneath them lies a steel trap waiting to snap shut.

Sin said, his voice laced with resentment. "That isn't the problem here. Aurelio turned out to be a devil." "Are you also blind to see that I am not the same Ronan," Ronan said, and that's when Godfather Marcelo shifted his gaze to his body. Dangerous-looking snake tattoos covered his body, and his ears were pierced with golden studs. Marcelo had trained him, but he wasn't the same anymore. "What did you do? "Marcelo asked. "Just some training and transformation. I need to take back what was mine and if it means fighting Aurelio for it, then I am ready to do it," Ronan said menacingly.

It was the first time I'd seen her look truly happy. "Your mate, Zane... do not underestimate the boy who currently holds your physical shell," she said, and there was almost a note of affection in her voice. "Ronan is one of the most powerful Alphas to ever walk the earth. His bloodline is ancient, rooted in the very bedrock of the northern mountains. You two were made for each other… not just by casual circumstance, but by the design of the universe itself."

Ronan erased it, "don't you realize.. how compatible we are? Rena and Ronan… and just for information… and this is a big, biggest secret of my life… only two humans know this, me and one other person." Rena waited for Ronan's next words, she is tense.. hoping this wasn't bad news. Bad secret. "I'm Uwal's subordinate..you could say I'm Arjuno's junior." Rena opened her mouth wide, with wide eyes… there is a sad expression there. "So..so you're going to leave me too?"

RONAN: I spotted the hut from far off through the trees. I shifted back to human form. Cuts and bruises burned across my body, but none of it mattered. I ran faster, bare feet pounding the dirt path, my heart slamming so hard I thought it would burst. As I reached the door, Mara stood there holding something small wrapped in soft cloth. The most beautiful sound in the world hit me, the thin, strong cry of a newborn baby. Fresh tears flooded my eyes instantly. My legs almost gave out.

"I should get going. There's a lot to attend to," Nolan said. Rubbing his nose, he bid farewell to Orion and took leave. Nolan truly was swamped today. The sudden public reappearance of Ronan, the head of Lowell Group, had sent shockwaves through the business world, causing significant stock market turbulence. It had inevitably impacted Perrin Group, leaving Nolan's hands full. He was busy managing the fallout. … After a short rest at the cafe, Marisol held Orion's hand, and they headed to a mall together. She bought him everything he might need, including high-end essentials and toys, before returning to Verdant Woods.

Dante’s Alpha bellow drained the air from the room and I watched Ronan’s body stiffen as if he had suddenly been struck by thunder. The wiry doctor shuffled in behind us, freezing at the door like he wasn't sure what was going on but would hate to come in the middle of any of it. “This little shit gave Mara his blood, Milburn. His fucking blood!” Ronan started when I managed to stretch to my feet, my bones still humming from the impact of his blow. “I’m fine.” I snapped, shrugging off the brunette when he reached for me with concern and pity reflected in his pretty bronze eyes.