Ronin Marvel Comic Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Aurora’s POV “This is ridiculous,” I snapped the second the tall bastard stepped into my penthouse living room. I crossed my arms tight under my breasts, pushing them up on purpose just to see if he’d look, but the coward didn’t. His eyes stayed locked on my face as if I was just some annoying package he had to deliver. That pissed me off more than anything. Ronan stood there in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms covered in veins and old scars. Ex-special forces, they said.

"The monster is real. And you know it." His face went white. "Guards!" He shouted. "Arrest these people! They're dangerous!" The guards didn't move. Too many townspeople between us now. Too much hope in the air. Ronan stepped forward. Pushed through the crowd. Rolled up his sleeve. Showed his arm. The one that had shadow veins. Dark tendrils spread from his fingers. They are gone now. Healed. Only faint scars remained.

‘He listens when you speak. Marcus stilled for a moment. It could only mean one thing. ‘INSIDE.’ The realization hit like a hammer. It had to be someone who was close, someone who knew it all since the very beginning. A shout pulled me back to the present. “Xavier!” Rylan. I turned sharply. The last wave was breaking. What remained of the rogues were retreating in calculated withdrawal. Like they had already achieved what they came for. Ronan stood near the front line, chest heaving, his eyes scanning the retreating figures with a dark, unreadable expression.

Mara, Hazel, Jace… and Eli. The boy who should already be mine. The Omega with the gift that will crack the world wide open, if I can pry it from his stubborn hands. I let the parchment curl in the fire until it blackens and falls to ash. “Ronan thinks he has a plan,” I say, my voice echoing through the vaulted chamber. “But the fact that he comes with so few tells me everything. He believes himself untouchable. He believes I’ll honor the pretense of civility.”

I vaguely wondered if Ronan would agree to a rematch, then realized that was probably a horrific idea. Through training, we’d discovered that Marni was an untapped fountain of talent. She could detect a threat well before the others, and her speed was unmatched. It didn’t get past me how much Xavier noticed too. The moment the moon crested, Aniyah and an Indigenous woman stepped in front of Ronan, who stood in front of a gigantic bonfire. They were both wearing gorgeous silk robes in shades of gold, red, and amber.

My wolf was fully awake, fully me, and fully lethal. Then I saw him—a younger rogue, teeth bared, muscles coiled, ready to strike. My heart surged, instincts screaming, and I moved without thought. The strike connected perfectly, taking him down before he could reach me or Dresden. Dresden’s eyes met mine, amber and fierce. “Mara…” he growled, voice low but filled with pride. “You are… unstoppable.” --- But the battle was far from over. Ronan had not revealed his full strength. From the shadows, he emerged fully, taller, more imposing, aura dark and malevolent. He had saved his power for himself, and now, he was ready to strike.

I command, letting just a fraction of the Alpha aura bleed into my voice. The door swings open. Torin and Mara step into the office, stopping precisely two paces from the desk. They are a study in contrasts, but together, they represent the absolute best of Blood Moon’s frontline. Torin is a mountain of a man, his broad shoulders practically filling the doorway. He is steady, entirely unfazed by pressure, and loyal to his very marrow. Beside him stands Mara. She is lean, sharp, and coiled with a fierce, nervous energy. The livid, jagged scar tracing up her neck—a brutal reminder of Cassian’s thorn-venom traps—stands out starkly against her pale skin.

I finalized, pounding my fist on the table. Ronan and Olivia, the Alpha and Luna, stand together, ready to lead the final, necessary battle to secure the elemental future of their world, prepared for a quick, decisive strike against the most sophisticated human enemy they had yet encountered.

​My mind screamed the truth, fast and clear, shattering my fear and replacing it with a cold, terrifying calculation: The crippling injury is a lie. ​Alpha Ronan Thorne, the terrifying Night God, was not broken. He was pretending.

His tone coming off flat on purpose. He stepped further into the room, pullin out one of the chairs and helping himself as both Arthur and Matt watched him. “ I see you and i see Drogo and i can not help but wonder whose side you are really on.” Matt stepped closer to him. “Hey kid, watch your mouth.” Ronan’s face tightened at being called kid and composed himself immediately. “I am Ronan, a friend of Silver’s. I am here to help.” Arthur looked at him with irritation the moment he heard him mention silver. His wolf snarled inwardly. He moved closer to him, his eyes blazing. “ If you’re here to help, then get to talking, or get the hell out of here.”