Ronin Trail Novels & Stories

The snow was falling again, soft and steady, covering the tracks that might have been there. "We need to find where he went," she said. --- They searched the area as the darkness deepened. Runa found the trail first. It led away from the cave, heading south, toward the old Red River territory. The tracks were faint, almost invisible beneath the fresh snow, but they were there. "He's heading toward Ronan's lands," Kael said. "Why?" Lyra looked at the tracks, at the mountains, at the darkness that was swallowing the world. "Maybe he's looking for allies. Maybe he's looking for a place to hide. Maybe he's just running."

"We're going after her." Nakos nodded and faced Kyle. "Stay here. Radio if you see or hear anything. We'll use Hero's Trail up to the ridge. That's the most direct route and the one she'd likely take. Give Mae a call at the house and tell her what's up." As Nate mounted the ATV and Nakos the horse, Kyle scanned the horizon. "Be careful."

“You write your name and when you’re leaving. When you come back in, you mark through your entry, and initial it to show it’s you. Never, ever sign in for someone else. Even if they’re standing right behind you.” I nodded that I understood, and accepted the pen from Ronan so that I could write my name under his. We stepped out into the cool night air. I breathed deeply, enjoying the scents of the forest and the gentle breeze. The Warren was pleasant, and everyone had been kind to me, but it was still nice to be outside under the open sky again. “Ah,” Ronan gave a deep sigh. “It feels good to stretch my legs.” Ronan led me along a winding trail through the woods. The trail crossed over a swif

"I was born to do that." Trent came as an escort to this event because he was the only one I could come with. I wanted Troy to be my escort but he was coming with Luce so Trent offered. He is now walking on one crutch. He looks dapper in a pink coat and white shirt with pink don't - touch pants and black leather loafers. His hair has gel on it and has been shaved on the sides. He looks like a whole snack. Sadly, we are just PURELY friends.

Every few steps the bond shuddered as if the first calling ground had turned its head to see where its piece had gone. “Talk to me,” Ronan said. “It wants the center line.” “I know. Keep refusing it the same way you refused the threshold. Full no. Not a bargain.” I did. It didn't help. It did not make the bundle lighter. We reached the dry creek mark before last light. No sign from Pell and the others yet. Ronan set the wrap in a hollow of washed stone and stood over it while I scanned the trees. “If they chose our trail, they are still back there,” he said. “If they split, we will not know which half is coming until it arrives.”

Theo said. "I haven't ridden a horse in a long time," I said. Theo beamed at my response. I couldn't help but blush. We followed the trail leading out of the main gates. It felt peaceful as I listened to nature and the sound of hoof beats. Theo talked about Moonbrook, about how the pack was thriving after a difficult winter. I listened, genuinely enjoying the conversation. Then, halfway down the forest trail, a voice called from behind. “Amelia!” I cringed at the voice. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I turned and saw Ronan approaching. His eyes were wild with rage.