Ronan Novels & Stories

Calder hesitated. The smoke parted slightly. A figure stepped forward from the trees. Ronan Crowe didn’t wear armor. He didn’t need it. His presence bent the air anyway, confidence radiating from him like heat. His wolves remained behind him, half-seen shapes in the haze, eyes glinting. “Go on,” Ronan said mildly. “Say my name.” Calder’s breath hitched. “It wasn’t him,” he blurted. “It was Dane. Dane Korr.”

"Keep playing the saint." "When I was at the Healer clinic, Sommy promised to draft a restorative prescription for my internal wounds," Ronan explains steadily to my brother. "Jabari Silvermane controls the largest reserve of rare mountain flora in the northern territory. It was entirely logical for her to seek him out." Tarian falls silent, caught off guard by the logical explanation. I look at Ronan, a strange warmth flickering through my veins. "Hmph. At least someone in this room possesses a functioning intellect."

“Wait here.” I watched as the officer went and spoke to someone in a suit. He walked over to me. “Good afternoon...” he paused waiting for my name. “Dominic Thorn.” “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn. I am Detective Connor Calloway. I believe you know whose car this is?” “It’s my fiancé's car, Leila Clarke. I was on the phone to her when the crash happened.” “Can you tell me what she said?” “Someone was following her, she said they were ramming her and then she crashed. There was a voice that said, ‘she’s mine’. Then the call cut off.”

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

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 fami

RONAN The summit resumed after a short break but my attention was no longer on the documents in front of me. I kept my eyes on the maps, at least I tried to but my mind kept going to what I had just seen. I didn't expect that seeing Elara with another man would make me feel weird and uncomfortable. I learnt his name was Kieran from one of my men, he was from the East Haven pack. There had been nothing improper about their conversation and I knew that.

"I’ve packed three extra pressure bandages in your kit. Try not to get gored by a mutated boar. The suturing process would severely delay my inventory cataloging." Terra blinked, her playful smirk faltering slightly as she stared at the side of his head. "Right... suturing. Good to know." A low, deep rumble of laughter sounded behind me. Ronan stepped onto the balcony, holding a heavy iron wrench in his right hand, his bare left shoulder showing only a faint, pink scar where Thorne had dug out the buckshot weeks ago. He leaned his broad, heavy frame against the stone railing beside me, his bright blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched the pair below.

My shoulders ached from hours of hunching over medical databases and corporate patents, but my mind was too wired with chemical formulas and family betrayal to let me find sleep. Ronan was standing by the high arched window at the end of the hall, looking out over the glittering lights of Blackthorne City. He was stripped down to a plain white linen shirt and dark trousers, his heavy boots silent against the polished floorboards. A thick white linen bandage was wrapped awkwardly around his right palm, the cloth messy, uneven, and soaked through with dark red blood from a training session he had pushed far past the limits of common sense. He turned his head as

It was almost cute, especially with a speckling of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “My name is Asterion. Minotaur is the term for what I am. Would you like it if I called you human?" I elaborated. She blinked, and now I was sure she was surprised at my ability to speak. “I… you have a name?" she questioned, confused. I sighed and leaned on the table, folding my arms. “Of course, I have a name. Everyone has a name, even monsters." I answered. “I… I’m sorry. Just… all anyone calls you is Minotaur." she apologized, trying to wrap her mind around all this.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"