Wandering Ronin Novels & Stories

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

“I can handle anything.” But it was different for him, than it was for me. I didn’t need my hand to walk, like he did. “Yeah, but you fight with your fists and legs. I fight with my whole body, my claws and mouth. I have enough left, to do some damage. Just shift and let me figure it out.” Ronin growled. I was so fucking nervous. I should have taken Moon up on her offer to join me.

"You're not, but I angered that vessel because of my shield and resistance. He will try and deceive me using you. So don't be a burden." Ritian nodded sagely. His voice let down and a little pitiful, "I came to help you, you know." "I know." Wenren lowered his lashes. "That's why I ran to the entrance to get you." __________ Wenren knew that Ritian can't feel the looming force three steps behind them. The vessel is uniquely strong and agile. As if it was not just a vessel... it has a mission, and the will to complete it. Wandering vessels doesn't have their own will and they can't occupy a human's body. Vessels are easily distracted, no matter how high their level of cultivation is. Unless a

"Don't let anyone get close to him." "Where are you going?" "To even the odds." I moved through the compound like a ghost, using shadows and cover that five years of outlaw life had taught me to exploit. The Crimson Howlers were good… professional, coordinated, and deadly. But they were fighting on my territory now, and I knew every inch of ground they were trying to claim. The first wolf I encountered was crouched behind Big Mike's Harley, his partially shifted form making him a nightmare fusion of human intelligence and predatory instinct. He turned toward me just as I put three bullets center mass, the impacts staggering him backward.

I asked. Bodhi replied, "well, there was a rogue attack a while back and Ronin used his powers to hide. One colleague of ours noticed. Really nice woman, she came by to check on me when Ronin disappeared. She was one of the only ones that didn’t believe he left voluntarily. She even gave me a present. It was a photo frame, but I broke it the same day. Didn’t have to heart to tell her though." I hung up and mindlinked my men who were searching for the other special wolves’ families.

"Fiesty! I like you already. I think you and I are going to get along just fine," I have no idea how nobody heard all the commotion... The music maybe? Or maybe they did and they just didn't care. But all my life, I've never really felt like I needed a knight in shinning armour to defend or protect me... Which is why I always disagree with Casey. And hopefully, I'll never have to be saved by a guy like they do in rom-coms. I've never depended on anyone for help... And no way in hell am I going to start now... I wasn't going to ask for help.

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

I don’t answer. I don’t negotiate. I don’t give her anything. “Now,” I snap. Everything explodes. ⸻ The wolves surge forward as one. Shifting mid-stride, bones cracking, fur tearing through skin as they crash into the outer ring of the Witch’s followers. Steel flashes. Teeth sink. Blood hits the ground in thick, violent bursts. Chaos. Exactly how I want it. Ronin is a blur to my left, already in the thick of it, tearing through two enemies before they can even react. Lucian moves with him, precise and lethal, cutting down anything that gets too close to our flank.

‘And save his bones for soup,’ Ronin’s wolf added with sadistic laughter. __________________________ A gong sounded on the cusp of daybreak. The signal reverberated through the settlement and every wolf that heard it dropped what they were doing to head straight for the fighting pit. Ronin stalked down the stairs in nothing but loose black pants, his chest bare except for his bloodline emblem hanging around his neck. He walked with purpose down the hallway, stopping at the door with a rose gold handle. He stopped short of the bed, eyeing the glorious beauty that curled up in the center.

" Ronin opened her eyes slowly, and the black-robed man had gone back to his original position. "I want money and protection of the organization." Ronin made his demands. He had offended the Duncan Corporation, which was the same as cutting off all of his ways of survival. The only way for him to survive now was to find a strong organization. He didn't want it to be permanent though. He hoped to be truly free within a short one or two years. He made all his demands, and the black-robed man also agreed to his request.