Stargate Atlantis Ronon Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice a thin wire in the dark. "The end of your curiosity, little human," Ronan answered for him. He took a predatory step forward. "I am Alpha Ronan of the Virex. And you? You are the miracle I’ve been hunting for." "She is nothing to you," Zayden growled, his voice dropping into a register that wasn't human. His fingernails began to elongate, sharpening into dark, lethal points. "Leave. Now. Or I’ll finish what your father started ten years ago."

"Who's there?" A woman stood in the shadows near his door. He hadn't heard her enter. Hadn't sensed her presence at all. "Show yourself!" He raised his weapon. She stepped into the light, and Casimir's breath caught. Her eyes—forest green and unnaturally bright, locked onto his. The moment their gazes met, something slammed into his mind with the force of a huge wave *Ronan.* His name was Ronan, not Casimir. Ronan, Alpha of Blackwood Pack.

And at the center of it—Ronan. He stood on a raised platform, golden eyes burning with triumph. Ancient symbols glowed beneath his feet, carved deep into the stone. He was chanting. Diva inhaled sharply. “He’s opening something.” I clenched my fists. “Then we stop him.” We moved fast. Silent. But Ronan didn’t need to see us. He felt us. “You’re too late.” His voice echoed through the ruins, calm. Certain. A crack split the air. The ground trembled.

“Yes?” “Yes, Alpha. This is Luna Elara Caelthorn. I am reaching out regarding the sudden request you sent through Gamma Ronan Vale to my office. Permit me but I am unable to attend to your request at this time. There are more urgent matters that require my attention. Thank you for your understanding.” I ended the call without giving him a chance to speak. Ronan stared at me with wide eyes filled with panic. I rolled mine and handed his phone back to him. “That takes care of that. If he looks for me, tell him I have a visitation to the outer families that I cannot afford to miss.”

I asked. “I don’t know, but Ronan has a lot of enemies.” Beta Grant breathed. “Look, what happened back there-” He stopped when the large mechanical garage door started to open. My eyes widened when I saw Ronan smiling. I now realized that there was no attack. “Ronan…what’s going on?” I asked. “Happy birthday babe!” He stood aside and I was suddenly blinded by light. “Is that…is that a car?!” “Yeah, isn’t it nice?”

He yelled still, breaking free from Mom’s hands, he stood right before the doctor now. The old man took a step back, adjusted the file in his hand. “Look, Grayson, I'm sorry to say but like I told you in my office, Ms. June here is the only one Ronan could recognize right now.” The Doctor drawled. “It's insane like you said, but it happens,” “What’s…. What's going on here?” Mom queried, voice breaking. The two men looked at themselves, Mr. Grayson’s eyes almost peeling off the doctor’s skin, Doctor Sterling gave him that soft look that says It is what it is.

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Damon is his rival in business and they had a past together. He didn’t hesitate. DAMON MANSION – FRONT GATE LATER THAT NIGHT The roaring engine of Ronan’s black Bugatti echoed through the quiet night as it pulled up to Damon’s gates. The security guards stepped forward, tense. “I’m not here to cause trouble, open the gate this instance ” Ronan said through gritted teeth. The security guards didn't want to let him in but his gaze and glare terrified them a lot they had no choice but to eventually open the gate for him.

His tone coming off flat on purpose. He stepped further into the room, pullin out one of the chairs and helping himself as both Arthur and Matt watched him. “ I see you and i see Drogo and i can not help but wonder whose side you are really on.” Matt stepped closer to him. “Hey kid, watch your mouth.” Ronan’s face tightened at being called kid and composed himself immediately. “I am Ronan, a friend of Silver’s. I am here to help.” Arthur looked at him with irritation the moment he heard him mention silver. His wolf snarled inwardly. He moved closer to him, his eyes blazing. “ If you’re here to help, then get to talking, or get the hell out of here.”