Ronin Marvel Comic Novels & Stories

Dante’s brows furrowed and he took a preemptive step forward, as if he couldn't believe his ears. I tried to imagine what he was thinking…how he must see me. ‘Local drunk takes up arms to defend infected fiend…friend.’ No…no. More like ‘pussy psycho of the century finally grows some hair on his balls,’ “Nobody’s abandoning him, Laziel, its just until he gets better…what happened with Mara—” Ronan stepped in, putting himself between me and the Alpha until my gaze narrowed on his face.

“But wrong.” I stilled. “You’re fighting because you were hurt,” Ronan continued. “Because power is the only thing that makes the pain go quiet. And because deep down, you don’t trust anyone else to carry the burden.” He was… right. But he wasn’t supposed to be. “What’s your point?” He turned, finally stepping fully into the moonlight. That’s when I saw it. A mark—faint, but unmistakable—glowing beneath the skin at the base of his throat.

He grunted and kicked me back, his eyes flashing with rage. “You should’ve stayed dead,” he snapped. “You should’ve stayed in line,” I shot back, swinging at him again. He blocked it and shoved me hard. I rolled with the force and landed on my feet, blood dripping from my mouth. We circled each other now, both breathing hard. “This isn’t about the throne,” Ronin said. “This is about you thinking you're owed something.” I charged him instead of answering. He ducked and landed a hit to my ribs, then another to my side. I caught his arm and spun, throwing him over my shoulder. He hit the ground hard, but he laughed as he stood.

Liora’s joy burst back through the link, sharp and greedy. Then Alaric looked up and his entire world shattered. Alpha Ronan was standing. Not just standing...steady. Shoulders squared. Eyes sharp. Power rolling off him like a storm returning to its throne. Ronan tilted his head, unimpressed. “Did you get lost or something? What took you so fucking long?” Alaric froze. His heart dropped straight into his gut. Grey barked a laugh. Scarlet stood slowly beside Ronan, wiping her tears, her face calm now...dangerously calm.

“I almost forgot that Makria Nychta’s like a little den of sin.” “They certainly have many cubs to show for it,” Ronin huffed, tilting the long horn to his head. The wine was rich and smooth and took the edge off his own cravings for his mate who was thousands of miles away. “Where’s Merrick?” “He went with some of the gamma males to hunt prey… they should be returning soon.” Xander’s voice sounded unusually at ease and Ronin cast a sidelong glance in his direction. Sure enough, the pups had succeeded in invading the Beta’s personal space.

"No. Power does. Power defines everything, creates everything, destroys everything. And I am telling you, we don't need him. He is better off dead as well. Anyone who seeks to chain the sky must be erased from existence." Despite the brutal impact against the stone steps, despite the fact that I could see the dark stain of blood beginning to soak through the front of his uniform where his ribs had cracked and broken, Ronan didn't stay down. He pushed himself up, his arms trembling violently as he forced his legs to stand, every movement clearly agony. He let out a ragged, wheezing cough, a spray of dark crimson escaping his lips and spattering on the stone, but his eyes… those fierce, determ

Arjuno's words are followed by several cries from the family. Ronan looked for Robut, the man stood straight with a straight face near Nero. He knows that Robut is a beta…and his position is next to the alpha. However, even Alpha Nero looks sad over Robina's passing… Robut, who is Her older brother, doesn't show any sadness at all.

I said, with the cold, calculating focus returning to my veins. "But she forgot one thing. Corvin is a real coward, and he’s scared of the wolves. If I can get to him just one last time before dawn, I mean, if I can show him exactly how Wren plans are to betray him—he will refuse to sign. Listen, if the humans back out on their own, Aldric can't blame nor point the finger at you for that. And just like that, Wren’s little leverage play goes all lost" ​Ronan stared at me, the golden hue returning to his eyes, but this time, it wasn't out of anger. It was awe.

“Let me come in. It's for your good…” I didn't wait for him to say more than that, nor did I give him a reply. I placed my hands on the doorknob with a speed that wasn't from this world, rolled it, and opened the door widely. “Enter, enter…” I said, shutting the door back immediately. It was Ronan. “These rogues are already seven times stronger than they were before…” Ronan explained, shaking his head in surprise. “How on earth would Alpha Thane be part of them?”

They all knew that not long ago, Lumi Hawthorne was still flaunting her relationship with Ronan everywhere, but now Marisol Sterling had replaced her. Despite being intimidated by Ronan's power, no one dared to voice it out. But the implications were clear. They all mentally conjured up a story of a wealthy man torn between his mistresses. Wasn't it evident that this incident was just a squabble between his mistresses out of jealousy? Torin was too insidious, shifting the focus seamlessly onto himself. Ronan's face darkened, emitting a strong, oppressive aura. His black eyes swept over Torin and Lyra, and he spoke casually, "I didn't realize Torin was so concerned about his female employees?