Novels by Rahmat Ry

"Fire! Do not destroy the subject before the core sample is secured!"Aidan’s voice thundered over the deafening roar of the helicopter rotors. Sora no longer recognized the man as his brother. He only saw a target. Sora lunged. His movement bypassed biological speed limits. His silver claws extended, shredding Corvin tactical armor with a screeching metallic friction that set the teeth on edge. The stench of scorched flesh and ozone seized the air as a silver electric net slammed into his body. Sora ripped the net apart with his bare hands. Thousands of volts charred his silver fur to ash, yet he kept driving forward with eyes glowing a pure silver.Vardan tried to approach from the left. Sora met him with a claw swipe that tore the Alpha’s shoulder open, exposing raw meat. Sora did not care for blood bonds or claims. To him, everything moving in this stone room was prey to be decimated. A searing heat burned in his chest as if boiling lead sat in his heart. The blue serum

"Stop fighting it, Sora. Become the predator or you’ll end up as a carcass on their operating table." Vardan didn't wait for an answer or consent. He gripped Sora’s jaw with a force capable of crushing the joints. His long, sharp fangs sank into Sora’s neck brutally, right over the old, still-inflamed scar. This bite went far deeper, tearing through the artery and injecting a concentrated surge of shifter energy directly into the central nervous system. Sora shrieked hoarsely. The sound was cut off by Vardan’s palm roughly gagging his mouth. An impossible heat exploded from his neck, traveling through his marrow like boiling lead, incinerating the remains of his humanity. Outside the stone building, the Corvin tactical team began to descend via fast-ropes from helicopters roaring low, shattering the peace of the pine forest. But Sora no longer cared about their footsteps or the muzzles aimed at the door. He only heard the sound of his own bones breaking in unison

"Drink, or you die." Vardan pressed his forcibly torn wrist against Sora’s deathly pale lips. The thick, hot, metallic-smelling crimson fluid immediately flooded Sora’s mouth. The heavy iron taste and the sticky texture of the blood triggered violent nausea at the back of his throat. They were trapped inside an ancient stone building hidden in the heart of a frozen pine forest. Outside, the night wind battered the stone walls roughly, carrying the scent of damp earth and the snow ready to fall and bury their tracks. "Your blood is rejecting your own humanity, Sora. Stop fighting it before your heart explodes in your chest from the pressure of that silver frequency," Vardan growled. He continued to press the wound to Sora’s mouth, forcing the pure shifter fluid into a nervous system beginning to paralyze from the Corvin tech assault back at the lab. Sora tried to turn his face toward the dusty, cold stone floor. Hallucinations began to

"Open your eyes, Sora. You are exactly where you belong." Sora jolted awake. The neon lights above hummed a low drone, piercing his optic nerves with a white glare that sent a violent throb through his skull. The sharp stench of chlorine, ozone, and chemical antiseptics choked his lungs, driving away the pine scent he was used to breathing. He found himself bolted to a cold iron medical chair. Magnetic cuffs circled his wrists and ankles so tightly his skin burned red and raw. In front of him, Aidan stood with his back to a massive glass window overlooking a sprawling, sterile, and seemingly endless Corvin underground laboratory. "Your lab smells like a carcass disposal site, Aidan," Sora hissed. He tried to struggle, but sensors on his temples sent a warning electrical sting that locked his muscles in a rigid spasm. Aidan turned slowly. He held a digital folder with a blank face, as if Sora were nothing more than a lifeless test subject. "You are safe here, Sora. We only need to p

The bunker’s steel door swung open with the shriek of hinges groaning under external force. Vardan lunged forward with lightning speed, only to freeze at the threshold as he laid eyes on the tall figure standing composed in the light. The man wore the rigid, tailored tactical uniform of the Corvin elite, complete with a wolf insignia crossed by shimmering silver bullets on his shoulder. The scent of metal, snow, and gunpowder instantly invaded the stifling bunker, driving out the stench of rust that had previously dominated the air. "Aidan?" Sora’s voice snagged in his throat, little more than a whisper lost in the roar of the wind. His lungs seemed to seize. His older brother—reported dead in a harbor accident three years ago—stood directly in front of him. Aidan looked more alive, more solid, and far more lethal than any memory Sora held. The warmth he once remembered had been replaced by a cold, emotionless stone carving. "Vardan Kaldreon does not ow

"Get in!" Vardan jerked Sora’s shoulder with enough force to snap a collarbone. The younger man’s body was hurled forward, slamming into the bunker’s concrete floor—cold, wet, and slick with moss. The ten-inch steel door clanged shut with a mechanical thud that felt final. The sound of the automatic locks was a death sentence. The cramped space was lit only by flickering red emergency lights, casting long, wild shadows against the walls. Above their heads, the vibration of Corvin boots shook the low concrete ceiling, raining cement dust onto Sora’s deathly pale face. Sora tried to stand, but his knees hit the concrete again, shaking violently. The sharp stench of rust, engine oil, and the stale air trapped inside the bunker suffocated his lungs. He looked toward Vardan and froze. The Alpha stood tall with his back to the door, his breath coming in heavy, jagged rasps that echoed off the narrow walls like a failing engine about to explode. The muscles

The smell of burning dragged Siron back to memories he never wanted to revisit, the black smoke of smoldering silver flowers, the screams of people trapped in dreams, the metallic scent of blood and fear. But this time, the scent was different: more chemical, sharp, like burning electrical wires mixed with ozone.“Luna’s lab,” Elara muttered, standing beside him, her face pale under the moonlight. The small silver flower in their soil was now withered, its stem blackened as if scorched from the inside. “He’s siphoning its energy.”The bond between them throbbed with alarm. Siron could feel Elara’s heart racing in perfect sync with his own. “We have to go there.”“Wait!” Gideon hurried toward them, followed by Stefan, who was already equipped with a flashlight and an emergency bag. “The two of you are injured and exhausted. Let the Order handle this.”“The Order doesn’t know how to deal with a ley line siphon,” Siron countered, already moving toward the path leading to the campus. “And

The silence enveloping the sealing chamber felt different now, no longer heavy with centuries of sorrow and betrayal, but filled with a fragile relief, like the air after a storm. Siron stared at his small hands, where the scars from the ritual blade and the mingling of his blood with Elara’s had already begun to dry, forming a pattern like the veins of a leaf in a faint golden hue.“Gideon! Is everyone all right?” Stefan froze at the entrance, his eyes widening as he took in the chaos of the room, the fallen stones, the flickering remnants of the ritual light, and the group standing around the platform with the two skeletons.“We... we survived,” Gideon answered, his voice raspy. He leaned heavily on his staff, his face looking ten years older, yet there was a peace in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “The truth has finally come to light, Stefan. And the seal has been transformed.”Stefan stepped cautiously, avoiding the debris. His gaze settled on the symbol of the half-open

Kaelan’s blade slashed through the air, aimed straight for Elara’s throat. Time slowed. Siron saw the glint of metal, the hatred burning in Kaelan’s eyes, and the shock frozen on Elara’s face. His body moved before his mind could even process the command, a blind leap, shoving Elara aside.Heat. Sharpness. Then, the agony.The blade grazed Siron’s shoulder, tearing through his jacket and skin. His blood, the blood of Cathal, spattered onto the stone floor, mingling with Elara’s.The effect was instant and devastating.Light exploded from the platform, flooding the room with a brilliant white-gold radiance. The images on the walls didn't just move; they came to life. Sounds, scents, and emotions overwhelmed Siron’s senses.He saw it all:Two men stood in this very room, three hundred years ago. They were identical, twin brothers. Cathal with his dark brown eyes (his eyes, Siron’s eyes). Cian with eyes of green (Morat’s eyes). They were holding hands, facing a stone gate on the platform

Time seemed to freeze. Siron stared at Niamh, or the entity claiming to be Niamh, who now stood with a triumphant smirk, her green eyes fading into a cold, dark silver. He then turned to his mother, who leaned against the stone, her face pale and her breath coming in ragged gasps as blood trickled from a wound on her temple."Mom?" Siron murmured, in total disbelief."Don't trust her, Siron!" his mother cried out, her voice raw. "Cian’s bloodline went extinct a hundred years ago! His last descendant, a girl named Niamh, died of illness when she was just a baby! I traced the family records in the village, in the secret room beneath our house!""Niamh" laughed. Her voice shifted, no longer soft and bell-like, but deep and resonant, like the voice from the temple before. "Oh, how pathetic. You almost made me feel guilty."Elara scrambled back a few steps, her face ashen. "But... I can feel the blood bond! It felt real!""Because I took a little blood from the real Niamh’s corpse," the fi

The woman, Niamh, descended the stairs of light with a graceful step, yet every footprint left a golden shimmering trace upon the earth. Her eyes, green as spring emeralds, were an exact match for Morat’s. But there was something older within them, a sorrow that had settled like dust upon a relic.“Niamh,” Siron repeated, trying to process it all. “You said a distant cousin?”“Your bloodline and mine diverged three hundred years ago,” Niamh explained, her voice soft but clear, like the chime of a small bell. “When the first Aethelford betrayed the covenant, his twin brother, my ancestor, refused to take part. As punishment, he was imprisoned in the 'between,' and his descendants were hidden away, dismissed as an insignificant side branch.” She looked at Elara. “But our blood was never truly thinned. Only... disguised.”Elara stepped forward, her face a mixture of disbelief and recognition. “I always felt like something was wrong. Those rituals... they felt like remembering, not learni

The giant shadow roared, its hundreds of silver eyes blinking out of sync, creating a dizzying pattern of light. Each eye radiated the same desperate longing: despair, fury, and a hunger for freedom."You cannot stop destiny!" its voice echoed, coming not from a single source but from every direction at once.Siron was thrown backward, his spine slamming against a tree trunk. The breath caught in his throat. The vial of tears around his neck clattered against his chest, but it didn’t break. Morat’s fractured message still looped through his mind: “The tears... on the ground... mix with...”Mix with what? Blood? Water? Saliva?Elara screamed something, but her voice was swallowed by the shadow’s roar. Gideon surged forward with his staff, chanting an ancient protection spell. But the light from the staff was dim, flickering like a candle in the heart of a storm.Kit, from behind a tree, threw something, an ordinary stone. Yet strangely, the stone passed straight through one of the shad