Eda X Raine Novels & Stories

Azraiel pushes his legs to run faster as he tread through the wild forests of Rysterbia. He was in the Royal library when he received Ayleen's call. The sheer amount of panic he experienced when she told him that Charlotte is in heat was nothing like he has ever experienced before.

Raine asked Vermeil. “I will wait with you here.” Vermeil answered. Raine finally raised his head to look at him, but in the end didn’t say anything and retracted his gaze before he turned back to resume watching the rain. “Do you hate the rain?” Vermeil asked after a while. “Not really.” Raine answered. You look like you do. Vermeil thought, though in the end didn’t speak. “But – “ Raine suddenly spoke. “ – it was during the rain that my mother died…” he said. “And also I almost died.” He told him.

and before he could react to those words, a very ornate dagger was plunged through his chest. When Rainn woke up, he was in a bedroom, but it wasn’t the one that he knew from the fortress. He got up and went to get himself cleaned up. After he put his clothes on, he figured that he better find out where he was and see if he could find Ard’al. He walked down the hall completely in his own thoughts when he bumped into someone. When he looked up, he saw a beautiful woman with long black hair and the most haunting blue eyes he had ever seen.

How can a devil be this beautiful? Kane had long dark hair which flowed down his shoulders, hazel small eyes that pierce through mine, burning into the pit of my stomach as he took a long look at me. “What is your name?” He whispered gently almost like he wasn't all the brutality he had been made up to be. I didn't answer. “Her name is Rain. She's the princess or was the princess,” Alec answered for me still standing next to us. “I see,” Kane said, looking intrigued. “Rain. Did your mother give you that name?” he reached a hand to my chin and I pulled back in disgust. Like I'd ever let him touch me.

“Hi. You must be Ronan’s mate. I’m Lyra, I don’t think we’ve met yet.” Raine eyed the woman’s outstretched hand, taking note of the calluses on her palm. She forced a smile, and took her hand. “Hi Lyra. My name is Raine.” Lyra’s smile widened. She dragged out the chair next to Raine’s and sat in it, dropping the box on the table beside her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Raine.” She sent her another smile, “I don’t see around the pack much. Do you just lock yourself in here all day?”

A small broken sound escapes me before I can stop it. My Marcello goes still, shocked I made a noise other than fear. That realisation wipes the smile straight off my face. His gaze drops to my mouth and the heat in his expression is brief but devastating. I suddenly become horribly aware that I’m alone in a motel room with a man capable of killing people with his bare hands. A very attractive man. A very dangerous man. "How old are you, Raine?" "Twenty-three." "Too young to look this tired." Something about the way he says it almost sounds angry, at me, and I don’t know why that hurts.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

"Stella says you put something in her water." Even now, when I was already dead, they still believed every word she said. My father's phone suddenly rang. He stepped into the hallway to answer it. "Hello? Oh, Officer Stone. What?!" The color drained from his face. "No. That is impossible." His voice trembled. "Are you sure it's our Rainie?" From the phone came the cold, steady voice of a police officer. "Preliminary assessment indicates the deceased is a 16-year-old female. Fatal trauma to the back of the head. Estimated time of death is at least three hours ago."

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.