Stargate Ronon Dex Novelas e Histórias

The DNA results I leaked to the high-tier rogue influencer are definitely out there, even if Malachi tried to choke the signal. Ronan Nightcrest is already awake, his massive, broad-shouldered frame blocking the kitchen doorway. His dark golden eyes follow every line of my throat as I swallow my water. He had spent the dawn watching my forms, his inner wolf low-growling in heavy, possessive approval before he stepped in to help me dress. Tavian Blackridge steps into the kitchen the moment the scrying eye turns toward Darius’s sleeping quarters. He looks at Ronan, then at me, keeping his voice beneath a low acoustic barrier.

“I almost forgot that Makria Nychta’s like a little den of sin.” “They certainly have many cubs to show for it,” Ronin huffed, tilting the long horn to his head. The wine was rich and smooth and took the edge off his own cravings for his mate who was thousands of miles away. “Where’s Merrick?” “He went with some of the gamma males to hunt prey… they should be returning soon.” Xander’s voice sounded unusually at ease and Ronin cast a sidelong glance in his direction. Sure enough, the pups had succeeded in invading the Beta’s personal space.

The black oil stuttered, a spark of amber fighting through the dark. "Amara?" he choked out. The black web suddenly buckled. A massive, charred axe slammed into the center of the web, the blade glowing with a fierce, emerald light. Ronan. He stood at the edge of the void, his human form raw and bleeding, his scarred chest heaving. He didn't look at Silas or the ghosts. He looked only at me. "The cage is made of lies, Amara!" Ronan roared, his voice sounding like a mountain cracking. "Cut the thread! The child is already at the gate!"

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 The Silvermoon Nexus control room was the definition of peaceful power calm lighting, the steady hum of perfectly stabilized elemental energy, and the constant, reassuring presence of Ronan's Alpha Fire. That calm was instantly shattered by a frantic elemental pulse originating from the deep-sea Rift. "It's Zeva!" Ronan barked, leaping to the console. The signal that reached us was garbled, filtered through the immense elemental instability of the dimensional tear. But the core message, sent via a specialized Cygnan emergency buoy, was terrifyingly clear.

No war. No enemies. No shadows lurking beyond our reach. Just us. Just this. And then— The door slammed open. The sound shattered the moment instantly. Xavier pulled back slightly, his body tensing again out of instinct as his gaze snapped toward the entrance. I turned as well. Ronan stood there. Breathing steady—but his expression… It was wrong. Too tight. Too serious. The kind of expression that never brought good news. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise.

Dax ordered. Dax spurred the Interceptor forward, charging directly into the center of the crimson swarm. As three Ronin glided toward him, their blades raised, Dax hit his manual override. "Phase-Shift!" For two seconds, Dax and his motorcycle slipped into the iridescent blue sub-ether. The three magenta katanas passed harmlessly through his phantom chassis. Before the Ronin could recover their balance, Dax dropped back into solid reality behind them, drawing his SMG and firing point-blank explosive rounds into the exposed, unarmored exhaust ports on their backs.

You're a friend of mine, I'm called Streak," he said cheerfully. I waved at the monitor and told him my name Zax and introduced Jordein. "Your Zax Derix, the Demirkan king, of course, your name is traveling through the galaxies. Not many kings become slaves of the reptilians," he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "May a couple of my crew and myself board and partake in some of your bootlegged Sirius wine?" I glanced over at Jordein to gauge what he thought. He shrugged casually and I looked Streak in his red yellow eyes and said,"I will gladly share on the condition that you not take anything on this ship... or you will be destroyed," I said firmly and Jordein added the last bit with a threaten

“You just need to know how to maneuver your way around it.” “Ah,” Luna Corrine chuckled. “Still, an Alpha’s control can be softened in the right ways. Tell me, dear, have you considered any of the Luna tonics? They help… encourage fertility. I believe that it should be time for the two of you to start a family. You are young, you are beautiful and very much capable. You do not want to have them when being weaker and you want Xavier to be by their side.”

One wrong move, one sudden breath, and the small gamekeeper’s cottage would become a slaughterhouse. Ronan did not flinch. His massive frame remained perfectly still, a solid wall of black tactical gear between me and the rifles. He did not look at Captain Kaelen, nor did he look at Taylon. Slowly, deliberately, Ronan turned his head slightly over his shoulder, his stormy grey eyes meeting mine. There was no fear in his gaze, only a quiet, absolute devotion.

They were all still connected, a family scattered but not broken. Ronan’s “opportunity” came sooner than he expected. During a patrol in the lower recycling levels, Dax pulled him aside. "Come on, new guy. Time to see how things really work." He led Ronan down a narrow maintenance corridor, away from the main thoroughfares. The dim lights here were even weaker, casting long, dancing shadows. They stopped at a heavy metal door. Dax scanned a different ident chip, one that wasn't standard issue, and the door clicked open.