Wandering Ronin Mga Nobela at Kwento

“These are from Ana. She wanted you to have them before she died. Take them and get out.” Evan’s hands trembled as he took them. Then, he stumbled out the door, hollow-eyed and broken. Rain poured down in sheets. Evan did not take the car. He just clutched the diary to his chest and staggered through the streets. He nearly got hit by cars multiple times. Drivers cursed at him and called him crazy. Evan, however, did not react; it was as if his soul had left him.

Cayden was a few inches near my right-hand side, $$ was on the opposite side to Cayden, Kunuki, and Shrill-voice were directly behind me, and the remaining two hundred-plus warriors were trailing behind us in a three-line formation. We looked like the elite army with a leader who knew what she was doing. I hope I know what I’m doing. Elder Ruyil was somewhere in the mix. He hadn’t come to me since today and I hoped he wouldn’t. I strongly hope! The journey was peaceful and everyone soaked in the peace as we all knew it would soon be drained. We were soon going to cross paths with the Rogues and there was not going to be anything peaceful with that intersection. Except they agreed to get arre

Gathering pack members appeared in waves behind us, all standing there watching in concern. Suddenly, I saw Alpha Ronin attempt to shift into his wolf, but only his fangs and claws would come forth. Nevertheless, he stood his ground before me in a protective stance. The air around us became charged with anger and fear. In a split moment, Ivan jumped at me, but Ronin blocked his path, not knowing his intentions, and engaged Ivan in a one-on-one battle. The carnage continued as the stench of blood, sweat, and saliva permeated the air. “Ivan! Stand down!” I heard my father yell, but Ivan disregarded his words. He was so focused on getting to me. Alpha Ronin proved to be a formidable warrior, ev

They are extremely insensitive and despicable, so much so that they can be compared to the devil itself. "What are you doing here?" I asked Ronan as I stood in front of him, chest to chest. It was then I noticed that he had bought quite some members of his pack. And, they all had a silver rod on them. "Where is your brother?" he asked me in a taunting voice as he pretended to look for Alpha. I knew he was just pretending because they must have seen him leave. "Did he whiff my scent and ran away?" Ronan asked and the rest of his guys laughed at the queue.

He bared his sharp teeth, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence. Rohan, a lone and ruthless rogue wolf, stood at the edge of a cliff, his eyes fixed on the night sky. The full moon illuminated his rugged features, revealing the weight of memories etched on his soul. He was lost in the past, reliving the fateful day when his family was banished from the Moonstone Pack by Ryder's father, Alpha Damien.

I said, unhooking my waist belt. I turned to face my pack. They were focused on rebuilding the walls that were destroyed during the last attack. I could see the disdain on their faces, the anger they felt over my last request. But they failed to see the truth, I'm the reason why the goddess's favour had rested upon us. “All of you,” I said, my gaze travelling across the courtyard. “I'm sure you all have heard the most recent news. Ronin, a former brother-in-arms, is dead. He was killed by the Blackthorne Alpha after he left our lands to negotiate our stand,” I said, moving a few paces forward.

The rogues attacked in a vicious, starving wave. Taylon met them head-on. He was a force of absolute destruction, his massive jaws snapping bone and tearing through the feral wolves with a brutal, merciless efficiency. Ronan was a lethal dancer of blades, his silver knives flashing in the moonlight as he sliced through any rogue foolish enough to lunge towards the SUV.

“And when people don’t understand something… they fear it.” His words sent a chill through me, because he was right. This wasn’t just joy. This wasn’t just a blessing. This was unusual. And in the supernatural world, unusual things attracted attention. Dangerous attention. Ronin’s gaze shifted toward Milo, calm but sharp. Milo held his stare for a moment, then nodded respectfully. Ronin nodded back. A silent exchange. Two warriors acknowledging each other. And then Ronin turned back to me, his voice low enough that only I could hear.