Anthony Ryan Books In Order Novels & Stories

Cela replied. "Nanny Rita, you are not that old. You're only a decade older than me. You're just like my big sister. You and Doc Rio are still in your prime," Rolan said. "So what do you think, Cela?" Doc Rio asked. "Do you think our story could pass for a romantic novel?" "Oh, don't let Ivy hear that. She might follow up for the third book or ask for a fourth book," Cela joked. "But theirs is a good story, right?" Ivy said. "I might write it myself," she added.

“Of course not. Your brother was pretty adamant that you didn’t want anyone to know. So, I think it’s just Erik… Maybe Dion…?” God, I hoped Dion didn’t know. As much as I already loved the dude like a brother, if he knew my connection to the Savage Sons’ London chapter, then so would the rest of them. And it would colour the way they treated me. They would say it wouldn’t, but it always did. Always. Which was one of the reasons I hadn’t told anyone.

“Get straight to the point, Karen.” I let the silence stretch, enjoying the way Ryan’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. He knew what was coming. He just didn’t want her to hear it from me. Finally, I spoke, my voice slow and deliberate. “The truth is…You're going to be the one to kill him.” The air between us turned heavy. Aurora let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “You’re insane.” I ignored her reaction and continued, my voice steady. “It’s part of the curse, Aurora. The witch didn’t just curse Ryan to be consumed by darkness, she also cursed him to die by your hands.”

The door locked behind her with a soft click, and she was alone—alone in enemy territory, surrounded by people who saw her as nothing more than collateral damage in a war she never asked to be part of. Her hands trembling, Catalina sank onto the edge of the bed. The weight of everything crashed down on her, and for a moment, she allowed herself to cry. She cried for Luca, the boy she had never met but now felt responsible for. She cried for her father, trapped somewhere she couldn’t reach. And she cried for herself—lost, terrified, and unsure how she would survive this ordeal. This version refines the pacing, dialogue, and descriptions, keeping the tension high while adding depth to Catalina

Ryan let out a cold laugh, his expression growing darker. Anna meant a lot to him. He desperately wanted to get her back. But he didn’t need anyone’s pity—much less cheap tricks to win her over. “I gave you a task. You disobeyed orders, ruined the whole plan, and now you want to win my trust by selling out your superior?” “But I saved Ms. Sanchez!” Agatha cried. “First of all, you didn’t save her,” Ryan said coldly. “Second, betrayal is betrayal. And that’s something I will never tolerate.”

“I received the information from a trusted contact among the human Secret Services. Andrew created an organization called Order of Silver Blood. I watched video evidence linking Elder Roumwiz to the fire of my London flat, and you know there is no such thing as coincidence in our line of work.” “Maybe Andrew thought it was Elder Alfredino who gave the order for your London flat, but knowing Elders Alfredino and Roumwiz worked together, it’s probably the same difference. They both deserved to die anyway, but the Order of Silver Blood? Is he planning on going after everyone who works for the EBEE? I mean, I can’t trust any of them, but not all of them are slimy.”

He let it fall. The silver struck the obsidian floor with a hollow clack. Simultaneously, the mountain let out a rhythmic, bone-grinding roar. A jagged fissure raced across the stone, catching the insignia. I watched in a daze as the stone teeth of the rift clamped shut, pulverizing the silver badge into a spray of metallic dust. “If you want to walk, walk,” Ryan said, his amber eyes burning with a lethal resolve. “But you’ll have to shoot through me to touch him. I am no longer an Alpha of the Order. I am just the man standing between you and the grave.”

he said. He spoke quietly into his earpiece. A pause. Then he nodded once. "Yes," he said. I walked back to my room with the book held against my chest. The negotiation book. But my mind was still on the other one. Dark green spine. Faded gold lettering. Third shelf from the bottom. Four books from the left. Stone City's history sitting quietly in the corner of Ryan Thompson's library. Waiting. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the cover in my hands.

Roland said. Ryan’s jaw tightened. “Intentions stopped mattering a long time ago.” “They matter now.” “No,” Ryan replied quietly. “Actions matter now.” Elena watched the exchange carefully. There was history there. More than she understood. Ryan had not become a Rogue Alpha because he wanted chaos. He became one because something had broken. And Peter had taken advantage of the pieces. Gail stepped forward carefully. “Ryan, we need to know what you remember.” His expression darkened immediately. Everyone noticed. Damien moved closer to Elena instinctively, but Ryan noticed the movement and gave him a tired look.

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, pulling my oversized knit sweater closer against the cold. Every truth I thought I knew about my life with Ryan was deteriorating. I loved Ryan. I loved the loud, violent, chaotic family the Reapers had given me. But Aaron’s words echoed relentlessly in my head. “Ryan is a king swinging a sword in the dark.” Ryan was fighting a street war while Richard Wylder was playing corporate chess. Ryan had proudly dressed me in diamonds and walked me right in front of the man who wanted my brother dead. He had unknowingly handed Richard the exact weapon needed to completely destroy Justin.