Bg3 Rion Novels & Stories

One more look at him before he vanished into the night again. The horses lined up, the warriors had their weapon strapped. Everyone was doing as they were to. Ryan mounted his black horse, his hand firm on the reins, posture sharp and straight like the Alpha he was born to be. Ryan nodded, presumably giving the signal. The gates creaked open. And then, the wariors marched foward and away. I held my breath, watching from the shadows of the balcony, praying Ryan comes back to me. Then, he stopped. Just before the gates.

Thankfully we didn't have to wait long for the announcement. As Andromache was portioning out breakfast, Minos’ voice boomed through the labyrinth. “WELCOME TO THE THIRTEENTH DAY OF THE FESTIVAL! TODAY WE SEND….. PERIBOEA AS TRIBUTE!” Minos declared. I glanced at Hesione and nodded as I stood. “I will collect her and bring her back.” I stated. “May I come? We weren’t exactly close, but our fathers were.” Melite questions standing up. “If you wish.” I nodded, grabbing my ax.

I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead as he moved closer to me. “Who is Riya?” “Oh, Riya?. She's Someone I met at the heaven’s gate before the moon goddess asked me to go back” “What are you saying?You met who?” He suddenly looked pale, flushed white like he just saw a ghost. “I saw Riya at the heaven's gate, she's the prettiest ghost I've ever seen.” Lucians fingers were shaking, he continued to wipe the sweat off his hand on his pants. He folded his fist, then released it to wipe on his pants again.

I wanted to drown in it until nothing else existed. A sharp knock sounded behind me. “My Alpha,” came a low voice. It was Rion, my second-in-command. Loyal. Quiet. Brutal when he needed to be. “What is it?” I asked. He hesitated. “The men are waiting in the council chamber. You asked to meet them tonight.” I nodded. “Let’s go.” We walked in silence through the stone corridors. The air was thick with the scent of iron and smoke — the scent of our pack. The Frostmoon Pack had always been known for its warriors. Fierce. Loyal. Angry.

Cadogen heaved himself onto his feet. “You are such a brute.” This time Cadogen dodged the blow that came at him. Daire stumbled catching himself before he hit the ground. “Look you barbarian. Do you want to know about Soul-Ties and humans or not?” Daire stopped his attack. “What do you know about it?” Daire’s voice came out like ice.

They had been through hell and back—and still, they stood with me. Nitta was the first to break the silence, his voice measured but firm. "Ryuu," he exhaled, hesitating for only a second. "Are you sure you trust Bion? He was trained by Giorgio, raised under that bastard who nearly destroyed us. How do we know he won’t turn on us?" I let out a quiet, humorless laugh.

He shifts but doesn't get off the floor, groaning in pain. A samurai tattoo with two coiled snakes peeks from his armor just below his arm. I recognize him as a member of the Blackthorn family, one of the top families of pure breeds in the Shadow pack, raising potential alphas and women vying to be the alpha's bride even after he chose me. My eyes harden, even as I crouch down to his level. To think they would send one of their underdogs to challenge the future Luna to a fight. I bend down and lift him by his shoulders, making my face level with his.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

Then he pulled away. “I’ve been ready since the moment the bond snapped into place.” Fingers still trembling, we stayed close, breaths uneven. A light hue brushed the edge of the sky, just then. Foreheads met without words between us. Out of nowhere, the earth began to shake. Not an earthquake. Something deeper. A pulse. Falling into step with the Hollow's slow breath. A sharp turn of Ronan’s head aimed east, fixed on the ridge line. “The Blood Moon,” he whispered.

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