Chronicles Of Riddick Series Novels & Stories

"That would be better. My son had taken the risk so we are going to use him as a bait and attack them. They won't be expecting us at all." Alpha Chris's eyes glowed as he thought about how powerful his pack could be if they were able to get the gem before any other pack. He would be the strongest man on earth. Robert already saw the glint of betrayal in Alpha Chris's eyes but didn't care. What he needed was his manpower and he had gotten it. He would unite all the neighboring packs and attack the Lycans to accomplish his goal. He stood up and made his exit from the Alpha's house. Alpha Chris wasn't aware when Robert left his house. He was too busy thinking of having the world at his feet.

I don't know if revealing my true identity is the right thing to do. But the alphas who didn't believe me at first and even thought Jeremy and I were delusional started to change their minds. And it is all happening so fast. The alphas are starting to make decisions that leave me stunned. They want to help me reclaim the throne, so the false queen can be overthrown. I'm gaining allies to reclaim my birthright? It feels so surreal. A few days later, all the alphas gathered together again. Riddick, Raphael–who happens to be Riddick's cousin and the Alpha of the Snowclaw Pack–had recently arrived in the Davenport Pack. The packs near his territory were being harassed by the Legion.

She wrote all of these into a big book, named the Chronicles of Ridgewood pack. Yeah, the Chronicles of Ridgewood pack is a big book. Our history spans way back… right from when we were just a little raunchy pack, to fiercely fighting, negotiating, and bulldozing our way to the top of the food chain, and now we are one of the biggest werewolf packs in the world. I think Calista is on chapter 3128… and the chapters would keep adding up, till infinity. The Chronicles would serve as the conventional history book, for our generations yet unborn, and it would also serve as a great reference point to the heroes of this pack who had lived before them, of which I am surely one, coz Calista dare not

"A cleanup job? You're not just a soldier, are you? You were part of them. You were one of the ghosts." Roderick went still, a statue carved from the cold. He looked away, staring into the dark expanse of the alleyway. "I was. And because I was, I know exactly how they think. I know they aren't going to stop until they find us. That ledger isn't just evidence, Elias. It’s a list of names. My name is on the last page. Theirs are on the first. The gap between those two points is where we’re going to live or die."

Then—the mirror screeched. A sharp, metallic scratching sound that set his teeth on edge. He spun around, eyes wide. Something was carving into the fogged glass, long, jagged letters forming as though written by an invisible claw. R – I – P Travis backed away, heart slamming in his chest. “Who’s there?! I’ll fucking kill you!” No reply—just the screeching, and the thick steam growing heavier by the second, coiling around his legs like vines. He ran back to the door, shoulder-slamming it again and again. The hinges rattled, but the wood refused to yield.

"Most of it comes with the curse. Right now, let's focus on protecting Erin. Somehow, those men knew she was here. How? If Colton and Liam were the only two who knew she was here, then that probably answers the question about who ratted your team out." "That's not true," Cody said as he neared them, his supernatural hearing better than Dimitri expected. Everyone turned to the scrawny man, and Dimitri could see Ezra visibly stiffen. Dimitri took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn't lose control again. Turning to Cody, Dimitri asked, "And what do you know about it?" He glanced at Dimitri a moment before turning to face Ezra. "That was Julian on the phone," he said. "Mason Ricker is your mole."

Chapter 50: Michael's Holiday VOLUME 2: RUNNING ROGUE Michael Rannigan reclined on a chaise on the private deck of the over-water bungalow and watched as Vivian snorkeled a few yards away. He reclined. But he didn't relax. He had too much on his mind. Memories of his last night in New York before he left for vacation swirled through his thoughts. Initially, he'd worked to downplay it in his own mind.

The timeline seemed distorted, like a reflection in a funhouse mirror. Raphael, like the rest of us, was never Human. Our existence was a product of the Underworld's dark, mystical forces. My earliest memories began with meeting Haven, followed by the transformative process that forged me into a ruler of the Underworld. There was no life before that, no hint of a mortal past.

It had saved my life before. Rondy was nervous when I left for Riot territory without him, but I could see in the dark and stay in the shadows. My leg was completely healed and even in human form, I could run fast. Rondy couldn't be seen or there would be trouble. He drew me a map of the money pickup locations and I followed the Riot's trail with none of them any wiser. When we'd walked to the park in Sheck's territory, I noticed unpleasant odors, but nothing like what I smelled on Riot ground. It was like Teo made sure the dead cat or dog bodies weren't removed. The stink was revolting.