Ronan Novels & Stories

I repeated after he didn't reply. "Did you find her name?" He groaned still half asleep. "No, but come and look at this," I said and I heard him slowly stand and slump over to the table I was sat at. "Donatia Chiaramonti, mated name Loren, is written in red. That's Postestas Loren's mate, the one with the powers. Hecate is also in red and so is this boy from 345 BC called Mirus Marcellaro. He died in 359 BC when he would have been 14, which makes me think he had the powers too and something obviously happened to him when he started to get out of control. In those days people used to name their offspring with meaning too. Donatia could come from the Latin for gifted, Donatus, and Mirus could

She’s an intelligent girl, I’m sure she must have figured something out while under this thing’s influence. “That might be the case, although I know she will probably hate me for this,” Nero says, then he gets to his feet. “Let’s get you something for your headache then join me?” “Sure, I just need—” Nero holds up his hand and frowns, then he keeps quiet for a few minutes before he looks at me again. “Orion is back, but he’s not alone,” he says, scoffing in disbelief. “Morana is with him.”

But everyday, I detest myself cause of it. “I understand, Leo. Freya is family. She has always been. Max will never forgive you if anything should happen to his sister. It’s hard for you,” Anthony tapped hard on my shoulder. “Enough of the sobbing and regrets. Time to show you what I’ve prepared in my special chamber. It will lighten your mood. But first…” He pulled out a substance that looked like a wrapped candy and pointed it at me. “Eat this.” “What’s this?” Glaring hard at the strange thing.

He looked like someone who enjoyed trouble and he looked familiar “I wasn’t lost,” Hazel muttered. “Sure,” the man drawled. “Wandering around alone, looking over your shoulder every five seconds? Definitely not lost.” Hazel narrowed her eyes. “Who are you?” He placed a hand on his chest dramatically. “You wound me, Luna. The Alpha’s mate doesn’t even know my name.” Hazel’s nose scrunched. “Don’t call me that.” The man chuckled. “I’m Ronan. Callan’s Beta. Second in command. Keeper of secrets, we saw during breakfast”

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

His expression was unreadable, but his sharp green eyes flickered between me and Isla, something unreadable flashing in them. For a long moment, no one spoke. “What is going on?” “The little pup has been going restless without her mother. We believe that it is good for her to be feeding from her mother directly.” The nurse said. And for a few moments he did not speak. Neither one of us spoke. Then, Damon took a step inside, his presence consuming the air around us. “You can leave,” he told the nurse, his voice quiet but firm. The nurse hesitated, looking between us, then gave a small nod before slipping past him and closing the door behind her.

“Who are you?” The man stopped mid-swing, lowering his blade. The glint of his eyes caught the moonlight, calm, assessing. “Someone who once served your father,” the man said. His voice was deep, gravelly. “Before he decided my loyalty was inconvenient.” Emory frowned. “You knew Kol Lannister?” “Knew him?” The man smiled faintly. “I bled for him.” He sheathed his blade and bowed his head slightly. “Ronan. Commander under your grandfather before Kol took the mantle. I was exiled for questioning orders that led men to die.”

"I told you we missed it. The window closed five minutes ago. Now we have to wait for the afternoon shift." "We don't have to wait for anything," Ronan said, his voice carrying that quiet confidence that came from a lifetime of never being told no. He didn't set me down. Instead, he reached into the small leather pouch at his belt with his left hand, pulling out a small, jagged grey rune stone covered in glowing silver etched lines. The symbols pulsed with barely contained power, ancient magic that hummed against my skin even from a distance. With one sharp squeeze of his fist - CRACK - the stone shattered into dust.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

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.