Stargate Atlantis Ronon Novels & Stories

"Who?" The guard swallowed hard. "Elder Ronan.” _____

He took his last breath before he could say anything. 'What?' The Elysium Gate disciples froze when they saw the situation. Their minds were racing, and they were stunned. 'Isn't that man's power too terrifying?' 'He killed the Altar Master with just one move?' Ronan was among the top five most powerful Altar Masters at the Elysium Gate. Even if he had to fight any sect master, he could fight for dozens of rounds. However, he could not withstand that one move by the pirate chief. In contrast to the Elysium Gate disciples, the Sea Dragon Place members waiting down the hill were ecstatic.

But before I could move, another voice cut through the air. “Enough.” The word was sharp, commanding. Both the guards froze at once. Ronan Grey Thorn. He is the proxy Alpha right now… Stepbrother of Alpha King Alexander. Roana walked toward us. He is tall and charismatic with short brown hair and a dangerous aura. Each step he took was heavy and sure; he seemed the kind of man who bent others to his will. The guards dropped their heads and moved aside as he stopped near us. “Let her through,” he ordered. They obeyed instantly.

But I had seen it. So had Kade. The stranger’s gaze locked onto Ronan instantly. “There you are,” he said quietly. Ronan took a slow step backward. Every instinct in my body sharpened at once. “You need to leave,” Ronan said flatly. The stranger ignored him completely. “My name is Garrett Steele,” he said instead, his eyes never leaving Ronan. “And I need to speak with you privately.” “No.” The answer came too fast. Too sharp. Darius frowned immediately.

The chaotic energy confirmed it was under attack. "This is not good!" Bennett's expression darkened. Derrick said, "You handle her. We'll investigate." "This is worrisome," Bennett thought, feeling uneasy. At that moment in the prison, a figure rushed in and freed Apollo and the others from their restraints. It was Ronan, who had returned to the eastern plains. In reality, he had come back quite some time ago. However, upon sensing that something was wrong in the eastern plains, he discreetly looked into the matter and discovered Bennett's ambitions.

"So, Alpha Blackridge, do you just loom in shadows for a living, or do you actually have a report for me?" I asked, not bothering to look up from the digital inventory on my tablet. I could feel the weight of Ronan’s presence—a heavy, grounding pressure that smelled like a looming mountain storm. He didn't move. He just watched me work, his silence more loud than most men's shouting. "I’m told your assistant is currently being treated at the Sanctuary," Ronan finally said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to hum in my very marrow. "I assume the medical report will be on my desk by sunset?"

Alpha Gideon whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with awe. All their eyes shifted toward Asher and Finn, and Alpha Gideon’s voice grew steady. “The Alpha King has marked her—” Everyone held their breath, the weight of the moment pressing down on them as if any movement could shatter the fragile stillness. It was then that Asher and Finn’s gazes turned to Ronan, who had stopped lying motionless on the ground. His eyes, once closed, now flickered open. With one knee bent and a hand resting casually on it, Ronan's lips curved into a grim, enraged smile.

“Eventually, you were going to get introduced to this life. It’s the price of being born a Costa.” “Well, maybe I don’t want it.” The car was filled with silence as the gate opened, and he drove up to my gate. Immediately he pulled up inside the compound, I hauled myself out of the car, rushing into my room and locking the door. “Leave her. She’s been through quite a lot today,” I heard Ronan say to someone outside my room. “Who the fuck are you?” Zypher asked. “Ronan Masters.” “No shit. We’ve been looking for you.”

They had breached the outer gate. The western corridor shook with impact. I ascended back into the main keep just as smoke thickened the air. Guards rushed past me. “Flames spreading along the lower quarter!” “Archers to the south wall!” “Shields up!” Ronan appeared at the far end of the hall, already armored, sword drawn. His gaze locked onto mine instantly. “You’re clear?” he demanded. “They’re safe.” Relief flickered across his face—but only for a second. Another explosion rocked the structure.

Philip looked up and asked. Roger nodded and said, “The stargate in Cochly Mountain can’t be sealed without a person from the realm of the other shore. Back then, I joined forces with several people in the pseudo realm and half-step to the shore before we managed to seal the stargate. This time, for the grand elder and Juno Yarrow, the Nonagon’s consul, to seal the stargate for ten years, the only price is death.” With that said, Roger raised his head and looked up at the stars in the sky through the glass dome above the white castle.