Ronin Trail Novels & Stories

"Look at the mark on her neck one more time, and I will gouge your fucking eyes out right on this floor." Torin snapped his gaze down to the floorboards instantly, his shoulders shaking as he dropped to one knee in immediate submission. "Alpha, apologies. The scouts... they just returned from the Neutral Zone border sports. Tristan’s vanguard is running drills along the treeline. They’re mocking our patrol speed."

Cassy grimaced when she looked in the mirror. Not because of the dark circles under her puffy eyes or the flat side of her hair, that she’d had to peel of the door that morning, but because of the skin-tight red dress she wore. It had been left on her bed while she took a shower to distract herself from the finals of the Luna Trials taking place. It was just past midday, and her stomach was twisting with a nausea that made her want to curl up on the floor again. At that moment, the final round of the Trials was well underway somewhere in the pack, and Sarah and Roan were battling it out to become the next Ash Mount Luna. And Jace’s mate.

Without any more unnecessary conversations, I gave into Rhonen, letting him take over the shift. Rhonen’s nose was immediately to the ground. Following the weaving path to the point where our quarry left the trees. We continued through the shadows. Then across the field in a random pattern where he had likely blended in with the workers as he watched Sutton. Then the trail circled back around the grounds to the south edge of the property and along the main road. ‘We lost the scent this way,’ Jaden linked as Knox traveled west.

The trees grew closer together the further we went, their gnarled branches, but Liam didn't slow down. Eventually, the silver trail led us to a clearing dominated by a huge stone. I recognized the runes from the visions I’d been having, and I felt a pulse of dark energy radiating from the rock that made my skin crawl. This was the place, the same one Ronan had used to communicate with whatever darkness was calling to him, but he was no longer there. The clearing was empty, the only sign of his presence being the faint, metallic scent of dried blood. Cade straightened up, his eyes scanning the surrounding treeline with a clinical precision. "We should search different places," Cade suggested,

~Night in the North~ The band of the night anti-supernatural creatures were all set out all on standby against the time the enemy steps forth unaware of their secret formation and intentions. They are all following the lead of Raven. "Kai, can you hear me now?" Raven asked tapping the piece plugged to her ear. "Yes Raven. Very clear" "I'm with Delilah. Check with Archie and the rest. Any time from now, we might spot something fishy around. I think they are probably thinking of setting a trap for us tonight"

The restless energy of a hunt unfinished. “You didn’t find her.” “Not yet.” His thumb traced the edge of my jaw. “But we found a trail. Fresh. Less than a day old. Tracey, Ronan, Kael, and Turk are holding position in the northern pass with the squad. They’ll track through the night if they have to.” I glanced past him at Cain, who was leaning against the gate post with his arms crossed, watching us with the studied disinterest of a man who’d seen this reunion before and was choosing to be polite about it.

He slides along the wall with a little half-bow that reads as deference to everyone else and mockery to me. “Good night, Jace,” he says, and saunters toward the firelight, harmless as a cat dusting its paws. Hazel catches me by the water barrels. “Well?” “Ronan wants proof.” “Do we have any?” “Not yet.” We plan fast. Hazel puts two Deltas on the east ridge to watch the unpatrolled trail from the trees. I take first watch by the sheds, crouched on a roof with my back to the cold and my breathing a slow metronome. If Loran slips out, he’ll pass under me.

RONN I lead the way, because Gylen insists on staying close to Cyran. But the scent is weak, and it takes a lot of effort to remain on the trail. Cyran follows his phantom tracks easily, even though I have issues finding them. It all leads back the way to the cliff though, and Gylen curses as we crest the outcrop. 'Fucking hell. Not this place'.

she asked, pointing at the duffle bag by my feet. “Um…” I adjusted Nora on my hip. “Sure. Thank you.” I nodded my head toward Kieran. “Where’s he going? Is there something out that way?” The staff member followed my gaze and bit her lip. “That’s the west trail, Luna,” she said. “There’s only one thing out there these days.” “Which is…?” “The late Luna’s grave.”

I hesitated for half a second, but Ronin pushed it open, stepping out into the cool afternoon air. I followed him onto a balcony overlooking the training grounds. The view was breathtaking—vast green fields stretched out below us, students sparring in the distance, the mountains framing the horizon like a painting. Ronin leaned against the stone railing, his silver eyes glowing in the sunlight. “I thought you’d appreciate the view.” I frowned. “Is that my surprise?” He smirked. “No, but I’m flattered you think I’m that boring.” I bit my tongue to keep from snapping at him.