Novel & Cerita Wandering Ronin

A sharp light blinded me before I realised I was now standing outside an underpass. “Please. It’ll just be for a little while. I need somewhere safe for my pup.” Alana pleaded. A large man took a few steps from the underpass and looked at her from top to bottom. “And what are you willing to give in return? You are a rogue, you can join my pack if you wish…” He took a few steps closer. “but everyone pulls their own weight. Chips in with cooking,” he reached out and she took a small step back but it didn't stop him taking another stop and taking her chin in his hand. “cleaning, fixing up camps and helping my warriors so they are ready for whatever comes our way.”

I yawned, bored with this bullshit. The just over half dozen men seemed uneasy at my casual attitude. Do these thugs not realize who they came for? Of course not. If Takashi or Rokurō told them they would be fighting Kitsune, they’d have shit their pants and run for the hills. “Get them. Don’t kill the girl. But be sure the boy is dead.” Rokurō said, letting out a long puff of smoke. As he flicked his cigarette to the ground, snuffing it with the tip of his shiny black shoe, he turned, walking back into the shadows.

Ravenna Rogues. Werewolves who have been abandoned by their pack or vice versa. Many of them tend to go crazy as they're without a pack nor are they with their leaders. Targets for mercenaries and bounty hunters. The life of a rogue was ruthless. There were only a handful of rogues that were able to survive and withstand a lot of psychological trauma that tend to drive them crazy, an example was Karina's boyfriend, Konnor, but the rest of them went absolutely insane to the point they lost all signs of themselves, turning into beasts. Those were the kind I was facing right now.

“And I just changed my mind.” \*\* Two days later, Ryker returned with news. “She’s headed east,” he said. “Moving camp to the highlands. Probably to decipher the scroll.” I narrowed my eyes. “And Ronin?” “Always beside her.” “Where are they now?” “Three valleys out. With a small team. Five warriors. One child.” “Zuri.” He nodded. “The girl.” “Any defenses?” “A magic ward. Weak.” “Perfect.” I smiled. And for the first time in days, I let the flame inside me rise.

The instant it did, the forest lid up with another dozen motorcycles, roaring to life. The Wolf Riders! They circled the Black Skull Riders, hollering and laughing, before breaking into formation and heading back to the main road. Screaming woes and curses, Viper ordered his men to follow us as their bikes roared to life and tried to catch up... “I can’t believe he fell for that!” Knives grinned, way too happy about being shot at than any normal man would! I didn’t reply but grinned as well, as he hollered a “hoo-yah!” and took the lead as we sped down the road. As it would turn out, leaving Bunny with too much time on his hands and with money from his stepdad was a deadly combination. Appar

Rhedd clutched her stomach, pale and shaking, her magic burned out like a candle in wind. The wolves—those still standing—shifted back. Naked, bruised, and dazed. They looked at me like they didn’t know what to feel. And then I turned and saw him. Ronin. He was bloodied, bruised, still limping from what Jude had done to him. But his eyes were sharp. Watchful. He walked toward me, the others parting in his path. He stopped a few feet away, lifting his chin. “So,” he said, voice raw. “Now what?”

I just have to convince my people that the extra mouths are not the cause of hardship, but our salvation. I try and draw a deep breath, thankful that the King in Boren has been generous and offered help with food supplies over winter. Grateful that I’ve offered an opportunity to so many of his people. Suddenly, a small child, distracted by the unfamiliar banners, darted directly into the path of a heavy, supply-laden wagon. My breath hitched, but before I could even kick my horse into a gallop, a blur of movement caught my eye. Ronin was faster. With a grace that belied his rugged appearance, he leaned from his saddle, scooping the toddler from the mud just seconds before the heavy wheels ro

“The Rogue King?” Ronan rolled his shoulders, gaze sweeping the scene. “The Rogue King is an alpha. His wolves are still pack wolves. He takes in the ones who can still think; they aren’t the broken like these. True Rogues. He wouldn’t send broken wolves into a crowd.” “Then who and why?” the guard asked. Ronan looked at the shattered street, the shaken guards, the sanctuary behind them. “Someone who wanted us here,” he said. “And not at the castle.”

“How did you get strong? You said you were not always like this.” “I never told you about that but I guess you knew from the book,” Grim said but he didn't seem angry, more like resigned. Rose nodded and he continued. “I was a wanderer,” he said. “I traveled a lot, just... existing. You know, living for the moment. I wasn’t the leader of a clan, I wasn’t bound by anyone’s rules or expectations. I had no title and no responsibilities. I was... free.”

someone else sneered with self-loathing. "There is only one answer to change all of this" a powerful warrior named Ronan said to his brethren. Ronan is a bulky and very powerful wolf. He has jet black hair which is longer and reaches his shoulders. His black eyes are sharp and his nose is slightly crooked. Just a single punch from him is enough for his opponent to fall. He is loyal to his pack and is yet to find his mate. When the warriors of the Blue moon pack heard his words, they looked at him expectantly.