Carly Riordan Novels & Stories

She didn't want it. She didn't need it. Still, she couldn't help but notice the wide, glowing smile beginning to form on Carly's face as she read. "This is it, Mom!" Carly gasped, unable to contain her excitement. "You were right! The truth is finally out!" Her mother pulled her into an emotional hug, already celebrating as if the paper had declared victory. Charlie could read between the lines. If Carly was that excited, it could only mean one thing. The biological daughter of billionaire Lawrence Dalton… was Carly.

Alpha Arnold and his men attacked their pack, burning homes and capturing anyone they could find. Carly was just fifteen when the raids started. Her father fought bravely but was outnumbered. She watched in horror as he was struck down and her mother was dragged away screaming. Carly hid in the forest, clutching her younger brother, Ethan, to her chest, trying to keep him quiet.

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

I felt it crack, but before it could break, I felt a small hand cover mine, causing me to relax and remove the glass from my hand. “That fucking cunt.” Riley growls. We all look at him. Riley does have a temper, but it takes a lot to piss him off. He isn’t usually one to throw out words like this. That would be one of us or my precious jewel. She has no problem using that word. To hear it come from Riley means they have pushed him too far. The woman wrapped around the mystery guy is none other than Karli, or now who we know as Karleena. I should have known. The weird thing is none of us have seen her around campus for a while. I ran into her followers, and they said she is still he

I hate her, too for her weakness, for her unyielding loyalty to someone so undeserving. The door creaks open, and my heart leaps in panic. Is it Ryker? I brace myself for his towering frame and his cold sneer. But it’s Carly who steps into the room, her silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. Her perfume precedes her, a cloying sweetness that stings my nose. She strides forward, her heels clicking against the wooden floor like a countdown to my misery.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

Not that Lucas didn't see the rest of the pack as family, but, the bond between him and Lyle was different. "Lyle's name is Actually Carlyle, but, he hates been called that. Only few people he's close to, knows that. But, he just simply likes been called Lyle." I said. "woah, Like The Carlyle in Twilight?" Byron asked, surprised. "yeah, except, this Carlyle is a werewolf, and not a vampire." Jessie added. They all laughed, except Freya. " Who is she then? And how does she know he's Carlyle? " she tried to keep her voice pleasant, but, even she could hear the edge of irritation. She hated Lyle been close to another woman.

I crack an eye open, and the next thing I know, Audrey has thrown herself down on my bed, pinning me in a tight hug and disrupting any more rest I was hoping to get. "Happy birthday, bitch!" She squeals after finally releasing me. Audrey Lucille Prince: curvy hips, voluptuous chest and tumbling red hair, she was always the center of attention. Best friends since we wore the same blue dress to first grade; inseparable growing up. That is, until college. She went down to Tennessee while I went over to Boston. But the distance only made us closer and, somehow, we both ended up back in Ohio in the city of Columbus, only two hours away from our small hometown called Cambridge. Total opposites, he

Carol who had no time to be involved with gossip girls or people who would help her to waste her time, has learnt everything. From riding a bike to horse. Each hour of her life until she hit her 20th birthday, she invested herself to learn about everything that she can possibly do. If it was 24 hours, she would at least practice 6 hours on her hobbies and interests. While dating Troy who was a perfect version of her boyfriend, she had done everything to make sure she was perfect. Even learning coding to programming, Graphic design to earn money as freelancer, boxing to protect herself since her family has a very disgusting habit, they kidnap her anytime they want.

All I know is that their emperor is called an Alpha and they do also have humans as slaves in their empires, but I know nothing about how their system works. No, I'm not a vampire. Sometimes, I wish I was a vampire because my life would have been way easier than it is now, but I'm not. If you are wondering who I am, my name is Rayne, Rayne Carson. I'm the one who learned that being gifted can sometimes be a curse.