Ronan Marvel Novels & Stories

“Beer’s in the fridge.” Ronan dropped his keys on the entry table. Grabbed two bottles. Cracked them both. Handed one to Marek. They sat on opposite ends of the couch. Marek took a long pull. Watched Ronan over the rim. “You look like shit,” Marek said finally. Ronan snorted. “Thanks.” “Spill.” Ronan leaned forward. Elbows on knees. Bottle dangling between his fingers. “Harlan presented last night. Late-bloomer omega. Full heat. I… helped.”

Breathless, I turned around. Ronan stood in front of a black car parked at the curb. Dressed in Oxxford. Hands in his pockets. His hair gleamed blue beneath the Miami sun, though the light didn’t touch his eyes fringed by dark lashes. They called himD’yavol, but there could be a halo above his head for as perfect as he looked to me right now. Waves washed against the rocks, but the sound wasn’t lonely . . . not with this man on the same side of the Atlantic. Those cartoon hearts coalesced into one and burst frommy chest.

"Is this necessary?" She tilted her head to look at him. "You're missing the point, Craig. Marvelon's powers can't be taken because he's not human." My eyes bulged. Craig frowned. "That is impossible. I never sense that Peter is anything but a human. If he was a sorcerer, I would have killed him before he laid hands on you. I would have…" Mom admired her manicured nails. "Come on, Craig. Marvelon has a temper. Marvelon was born with the power of several kings. Marvelon knows how to manipulate his surroundings. Does that sound familiar?"

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

It wasn't the sight of the grilled steaks and sauce that had her swallowing. No. It wasn't. Not that she hadn't found it yummy but something more yummier had her swallowing hard. Her breathing rose to another crescendo with every delicate octave of the orchestra. Shannon walked towards the freezer, pulling out a bottle of chilled water. "Hey," Shannon spoke, acknowledging the male who hadn't seemed to notice them come in. He had been too engrossed in whatever he was doing. Marcel had black suit pants on, he was completely shirtless. He was lean but pads of rock hard muscles defined his chest and arms. Everything was perfectly contoured like a pair of skillful hands had crafted them, his shou

"Said Harry Osborn, seeing Peter Parker from a distance. Harry Osborn, the only son of Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Group, and the sole heir of Osborn Group. Harry has stood at the top of human society since he was born, becoming the most elite group of people. Harry, however, was easy-going and, I should say, successful in his upbringing. "Hey, Harry, that was fun. Too bad you weren't there. Jason and I went all over the place. The National Memorial also has a uniform worn by Captain Steve Rogers with bullet holes in it! I can't believe he didn't get killed." "Said Peter, addressing Harry. "Wow, cool!" "Said Harry, beaming.

The atmosphere brimmed with unspoken tension. Elder Marvek stood next to him. “This isn’t necessary,” Marvek said. Ronan didn’t turn to face him. “It's already unfolding.” “What’s happening,” the elder corrected, “is your failure to manage your own situation.” Ronan turned slightly. “My situation?” Marvek met his gaze. “Her.” A brief silence ensued. Ronan clenched his jaw. “She is not a problem.” “She is a disruption,” Marvek insisted. “And now other packs are taking notice.”

he looked at Thorne and the darker haired man nodded, standing and left the living room. Serenity watched until she couldn’t see the demon anymore and blinked, looking back to Noah. “What was that about? What did I say?” “Malveran. He’s the highest of our high-generals. He’s the ultimate of us. He’s incorruptible.” Serenity grinned. “Then we see him.” Noah smiled, leaning back, and nodded. “Yes, we do.”

I could hear my wolf roar inside me whenever I would face people with gray and black auras, but with Blade and his knights, my wolf was unbelievably calm. I cleared my throat and looked away from Chelsea. “Any updates about my family? Did you call Nurse Phoebe this morning?” “I did, she said that they are still the same today, princess,” she replied in a low voice. I sighed. Mom was still in a coma. Ronan shifted three years ago and had never come back in his human form since then. He just spent his time wandering in the woods. Earl had locked himself up in his room. His right leg was severely injured. He could no longer shift. He had to use a cane to walk now.

“Don’t be absurd, Nova. He likes me? That’s ridiculous. I’m not his type and he’s not mine either.” “He told you that? ” “Yes. It’s simply a-a agreement.” “If that’s the case, it’s even worse. It’s more suspicious. Ronan Throne helping you just like that? Without wanting anything in return?” “He wants to defeat Julius too.” “We both know he can defeat Julius all by himself.” Nova was right. I couldn’t find a reasonable reason Ronan was helping me. But I shouldn’t care, right? I was using him for my benefit and that was all that mattered.