Ronin Trail Novels & Stories

With our tracks successfully masked, we leave little to any sign that we were ever here to begin with—taking a greater precaution than usual given the risen issue that it will be much harder to mask our scents now that the rain has stopped. Walking over to join the anxiously awaiting wolves, I notice Ronnie make his way towards the front of the crowd alongside his trusted comrades, Finn and Hooper, the only surviving members of his former pack. Stopping as they arrive in front of the murmuring gathering, the trio look out towards the nerve-riddled faces stood before them. Gazing around slowly, Ronnie rubs his chin—ruffling the strands of his overgrown beard while his eyes cast over the huddl

Ronin shook his head, waiting for the attendant to return before following them. —------------ They landed just as the sun dipped below the horizon, in the dense grassy terrain that had several hiking trails weaving up into the mountains. High cliffs surrounded the valley, and a cool wind swayed the leaves in the nearby trees. Ronin’s keen ears picked up the rushing sound of water from farther south, confirming that he was indeed in the right place.

New. A trail of them, leading toward a split in the rock wall. A narrow opening like a crack in the earth’s ribs. Kaela’s mouth went dry. “There’s more than one.” “No,” Ronan said. “There’s one.” He pointed to the center—one set of tracks that was… wrong. Larger. Dragging deeper. Like the others circled it. Protected it. Kaela’s skin crawled. “The others are following it.” Ronan’s jaw tightened. “Or worshipping it.”

The ride was exhilarating; the near hyperthermic cold air emasculating. They were on a trail of some kind, she knew, because she could see tracks in the snow; horses and snowmobiles or quads, as well. When they seemed to reach the top and ready to go down the other side, Mitch turned left, and they rode along the ridge. Ronnie looked left and then right in search of the perfect tree. There were small clusters of trees and then some lone ones. She could see right away why they were still there.

Rayne's eyes were focused on the screens that displayed the footage of the cameras. I did not notice that about her before, but the girl was very observant and she paid attention to every single detail her eyes fell on. "Roland... look here, there's a shadow. It seems like somebody is pacing back and forth," Rayne told Roland. He zoomed in, giving us a clearer view of what Rayne had pointed at. The camera she pointed at viewed the backdoor of the kitchen.

Then Maera. His voice came low and strained, as if speaking it aloud made it more real. “I found tracks,” he said. Ronan’s posture shifted instantly. Lyra’s attention sharpened. “What kind of tracks?” Tobias asked, stepping closer to the fire. The scout swallowed hard. “Not Silvercrest,” he replied. “Not Morrigan’s remnants either.” A silence tightened around the group. The scout looked toward the tree line beyond the compound, as if expecting something to step out from the darkness.

I couldn’t help but think about why the media was so interested in him, why the girls were flocking around him not that I care, but I was just curious. I am always so busy with my cafe, I don’t even use social media, even my cafe’s social media marketing is handled by my staff and friend Nina. She is amazing at it. Nina an amazing girl, so beautiful and charismatic was not from WillowRidge, she came here as a tourist and fell in love with this town. She moved here took various jobs until she joined my cafe full time. She is a trustworthy friend. The little time I get with myself I like being cozy in my garden reading a book and loosing myself into the world of imagination.

I said, putting my hands on my hips. “Yeah Ridge, why not get some she-wolves up here,” a voice said, slowing down from running laps. They had a large indoor track which seemed kind of funny to me. At Blood Claw you ran drills and practiced no matter the weather, if you got wet or muddy oh well. “Hey maybe our Luna will lead the charge, shake things up around here,” Ridge said, fist bumping him. “Tyra, this is my Gamma, Nate he’s a badass,” Ridge said, looking proud.

Ten days to decide how much of herself she was willing to surrender. Ronan rode beside her most of the time, his massive bay gelding dwarfing her mare. His two Eclipse warriors—broad, quiet brothers named Torin and Gage—flanked the rear wagon, eyes constantly scanning the treeline. The Crescent guards kept a respectful distance, sensing the shift in authority whenever Ronan was near.

'Reelyne Technologies had the resources, and I would like to help them spend it—it was like doing a good deed,' she said to herself. Flash arrived at the holding cell with the laptop, having secured Winston's cooperation, on the condition that Ronin join the effort to access Catherine's system. Both were essential for success. Meanwhile, Ronin was sprawling on the floor, slowly picking himself up. Flash saw this scene, admiring his quick recovery after administering just a little medicine. He said to Ronin, "Look at you. You're recovering so fast!" "Well." Ronin scoffed. "It must be because I'm as hard to kill as you."