Stargate Ronon Dex Novels & Stories

That I can help in some way. Dex hangs his head with a sigh. "I was afraid you'd say that," he mumbles, more to himself than to me. "The moment it gets too dangerous, I'll have you brought back," he says sternly. I nod, knowing full well there's no point in arguing. He nods to Beth. "Be careful," she says before looking at everyone one last time and hugging Bruce. "Okay, Alpha, what are your orders?" Ronan asks once Beth has left the compound. Dex scans the area once more. "We'll stay together. Don't shift, it looks deserted, but there might still be humans around."

My stomach feels like it’s tied in three knots—fear, grief, and possibility. The stone of the walls looms on either side, familiar and suffocating. The gate ahead is a heavy wooden structure banded with iron, standing open a crack. Two guards flank it. They look… uneasy. Not hostile. Between them, in the gap where the outside world shows like a new page stands Ronan. He’s not in armor. Just a dark shirt, sleeves rolled, throat bare. No visible weapons. His hair is a little messier than usual, like he’s run his hands through it too often. His eyes are fixed on us.

There was another knock on the door by the time we were nearly done with our meal. Derek poked his head in. “What now?” Ronan complained. “The Gamma just returned and he wants to see us for something important,” he replied. Ronan rubbed his temples and sighed in resignation. “I'll be with you shortly,” he said. Derek winked at me and left. “One of those days right?” I said to Ronan. “It's a necessary evil that comes with my position,” he replied. He planted a kiss on my forehead before leaving the room. I didn't feel like staying alone, so I decided to take the plates to the kitchen and have a chat with Penelope.

Not now, not ever. The door to the clinic swings open. A familiar scent drifts in, forcing me to turn my head toward the figure slowly limping into the lobby. Ronan. The Alpha of the Royal Pack steps into the ward like he owns it, his presence filling the small space as his bodyguards trail in behind. He’s still pale from the last episode, cane tapping against the tiled floor, but somehow his eyes are much steadier.

“Austin, this is Ronan. Alpha of the Red Moon Clan. And Zack’s father.” Ronan extended his hand, his eyes sharp, appraising. “Austin.” His voice was gravelly. “I’ve heard much about you.” I clasped his hand firmly, holding his gaze. His grip was like steel, but I didn’t flinch. Wolves never did anything lightly not even a handshake.

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."

“Of course. She's the new Luna of Northclaw Pack, isn't she?“ I nodded. A whistle blew in the distance. One of Jaxon’s teammates called out from the far end of the hallway. “Yo, Jax! Let’s go, man!” Jaxon grunted, already jogging off, but not before shooting me one last unreadable glance. “Try not to act like you know me,” he muttered, disappearing from the hallway. Do you know him? Oh.. please. I've got better things to do. I was about to walk away when the older man stepped forward, gently placing a hand on my arm to stop me. “I’m Prince Ronan—the Dean of Healing and Herbalife,” he said smoothly, his voice dipping with something I couldn’t name but I felt an undeniable pull towards him. “A

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?”

Sasha’s blood ran cold as the safehouse began to shake, the very air vibrating with an unnatural force. And then, the door exploded inward, revealing Ronan standing in the wreckage, his eyes glowing with malevolent glee. “Did you really think you could run from me?” he sneered, his voice cutting through the chaos. Ethan lunged forward, his wolf surging to the surface, but Ronan simply raised a hand, and Ethan was thrown back as though struck by an invisible force. Sasha screamed as Ronan stepped toward her, his gaze locking with hers. “It’s time you learned the truth, my dear,” he said, his voice deceptively gentle. “You’re not just a key—you’re the door.”

Watching her fight—watching her not back down—fanned a flame in his chest. But the battle wasn't over. A giant rogue attacked him, but Derek reached out and grasped it by the throat, lifting it easily as he broke its windpipe. Then— A voice. Low. Mocking. "Miss me?" Derek turned— And there he was. Ronan. Standing perfectly still in the midst of the battlefield, unruffled by the carnage. Diva froze. Her breath caught. Derek's claws tightened around his bloody claws. This was it.