Wandering Ronin Novels & Stories

Too many. My intel had been wrong. This was not a scout mission, this was a raid. I could count at least fifteen? No, thirty? Too many to count. Emerging from the dunes were thirty hulking figures, lips curled back while sharp teeth got out growls and snarls. Rogues - wanderers who rejected the rules of their packs were here. Their fur was filled with dust, eyes wild with bloodlust.

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

Despite their frenzied search, the elusive Ronin seemed to elude them, slipping through their fingers like a ghostly wisp. Mason, a tormented soul consumed by his lust for revenge, was no stranger to darkness. The tragic loss of his loved ones at the hands of the Ronin had twisted his mind and shattered his spirit, leaving him a vessel of hatred and anger. He was aware that the Priest, a mystical figure with otherworldly powers, had sensed the presence of the Ronin on Earth. This realization only fueled Mason's determination to intensify his search for the elusive warriors. He knew that if he were to exact his revenge, he must first find the Ronin and wipe them out.

The slight lip on the edges wouldn’t prevent him from flying off on one of the turns if he weren’t careful. As if to prove his point, the platform took a sharp dip, then leveled with a jarring thud before fishtailing alarmingly. “Watch it up there!” he shouted, raising his head to glare at the crazy driver. Eyes tearing from the wind, hair tugged by its greedy fingers, he swore as the platform bounced. He’d kill this man! That opinion changed as he got a glimpse of what all the fuss was about. Ranged on every side, dark waves of Haunt filled the woods. Silent shadows fired on them as they sped past. Seriously tempting death, the Ronin never slowed, banking around trees and crashing through l

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

For a creation. Until it moved. Fast. Too fast. Two hooded, humanoid shapes emerged from the shadows behind it. Tall and broad, hard in muscle and sinew. Not students. Not faculty. Mercenaries. Shit. I dug fingers into the flat of the dagger strapped to my thigh, the blessed one with old Runebound wolf-sigils etched into the blade. “We can’t outrun them.” “No,” Ronan said, but he was already moving. Pulling a blade from within his coat, he went low like a dog, ready to pounce.

Lesley let out a cold snort as he narrowed his eyes, measuring the green-robed man up and down. His anger from the very start turned into raw contempt as he said with a cold laugh, "Wandering warriors really are all dumb. Looking at what you're wearing, it's obvious that you're not from any clan. You should just be one of the luckier wandering warriors. Someone like you just likes choosing something against the flow to show that you're special. You're actually just making a fool of yourself!"

Jackson: My parking lot brawl with Ronin was becoming boring. We both were evenly matched, so he believed. Honestly I was testing his might. Back in the day I heard he was ruthless and powerful. Now, time has changed the chimera and most likely weakened his heart and fighting prowess. His son on the other hand, Rin. He was proving to be a strong warrior. Only he wasn’t fighting yet. Gale was fighting one of the dragon kings, I forget his name but it doesn’t matter I suppose. Either way, once I noticed how much damage we’ve done already I shifted back into my human form which confused the spider. He shifted into his human form as well, which still shrouded him in mystery as his entire body wa

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

“Well, that’s actually the first time I’ve verbally admitted it to myself. We both ran away, my dear, assuming there was no other way out, but the problem is, we didn’t stick around long enough to even try” “And that’s something we need to do differently from here on out”. I replied to her determinedly. “I know I messed up by running, which is why I won’t give up now. I won’t turn my back on my pack…. I don’t care what they think of me, there are others there, children, the elderly that are innocent and don’t deserve to be handed over to a bunch of mindless rogues”. “Well,…”. Dante spoke up. “Keep practicing on your shifting, Raven, and those rogues will have one hell of a shock when they se