Ronne Black Clover Novels & Stories

Ronan's jaws clamped down, a blur of teeth and fur, tearing into the invader with a fury that spoke of pure, unadulterated Alpha rage. The other cloaked figures, momentarily distracted by the colossal clash, turned their attention to me. They raised their glowing blades, the energy humming menacingly. Before they could strike, Ronan, with a final, sickening crunch, broke the black wolf's neck. He didn't pause. His dark eyes, still wolfen, snapped to the remaining threats near me. But it was too late. As Ronan surged forward, one of the cloaked figures lunged at me, blade whistling through the air. My mind screamed. No! My body reacted, not by moving, but by flaring.

The sky was pitch black, completely devoid of moonlight. Down in the courtyard below, Ronan sat atop a massive, black warhorse, flanked by ten of his deadliest Enforcers. He was fully geared in his dark leathers and heavy silver blades. He did not look back up at the balcony – to do so would break the iron-clad focus he needed for the Hindlands. With a sharp whistle, the heavy iron gates of the Onyxclaw estate groaned open, and my mate rode out into the dark, entirely consumed by the shadows.

‘Then why are you looking at their roots and covering them back’ Natasha asked. ‘You know their age through their roots’ nara said ‘snow grass has a life span of 100 years, the snow grass they are taking is about 50-60 years’. ‘Wow I guess it’s true, healers and witches go crazy for herbs’ ivory murmured opening the map she held. Ivory noticed a blue dot at the entry point of chex on the map, straining her eyes she looked at it carefully. ‘This wasn’t there before’ ivory thought.

Today I had time to myself,not even Jeremy would bother talking down at me. Standing infront of my mirror I was pleased with the person looking back at me.No,not the broken or quiet Marie,but Isabella Rosa Morrone.I admired the outfit,a black mid thigh coat-dress with pleats on the left side and long sleeved.I am glad to be back.All I had to do was bring back my ambitious side and fix the crown.Picking my leather Estelle Couture brand bag,I walk out to the garage.I used to go with a small car coz of my disguise but today it was different.I smiled at myself as I looked at my Mercedes-AMG G63.

It was dark, but not dark enough to conceal his features from me, but I double checked just in case, and I was certain it was him from his blond curls, his angular features, his tall muscular build, and of course the familiarity. But why wasn't he moving or doing anything? Suddenly he begun to move away, towards the dorms, I was confused, until his words came back. "You can come find me whenever you remember who I am, if you ever even remember who I am." "Jason" I called, thankfully he stopped, but didn't turn. "Jason Clove" he still didn't turn. I bristled feeling uncomfortable for some reason. "I-I remember you now, from school. You asked me out to prom and...and I..."

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

He could easily be a hundred years old for all I knew. I dropped my gaze to his navy blazer, too uncomfortable with the eye contact and how he looked at me as if I were familiar to him. On his chest pocket, a pin sat there that said M.R. Now that I think about it those letters must be King Matthias' initials. It took me back to the night I was attacked. That vampire wore a similar pin only his read R.T. Who did he work for? I could feel Luther examining my face still, looking behind my ears, and my neck and then he moved his gaze lower, still searching for a mark. I was still shaking but I told myself If I just stay still he won't hurt me.

~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"

My finger hovered over the acceptance key, but the memory of the black pearl crown sinking into the ceremonial water flashed through my mind, and I violently terminated the connection. Across the neutral zone, inside the heavily fortified Blackwell estate, Ronan stood before Lord Blackwell, his arms locked behind his back as his posture remained perfectly rigid. Lady Blackwell crossed her leather-clad arms, her eyes burning with an intense, aristocratic fury before she slammed her heavy gauntlet onto the strategy table.

The Alpha of the Blackstone Pack? Alpha Ronan?