Flynn Rider Smolder Novels & Stories

Ryker – POV I gently draped a blanket over Flora as she slept. After tonight's incident, it took a while to calm her down. She had been sobbing, but eventually, she found sleep. Her slow, rhythmic breathing and serene face seemed both graceful and captivating. I rose from the chair, chastising myself for intently staring at her. I stopped as My inner wolf Knight yearned to stay close and mark her, but I didn't want to pressure Flora. Glancing at her wrist, I noticed a mark that appeared to be a seal. She had mentioned it was a tattoo, but I had my doubts. Gently caressing her cheek, I reflected on how much Cassie's bullying had affected her. Flora often questioned her worth, and even when I

“So none of it’s true?” Chase grinned. “Oh, it’s completely true. The raunchier stuff don’t make the trade mags.” He peeped over his shoulder, then back at Brandt. “I gotta admit, I love havin’ a different girl or two every night if I want. They wanna fuck a top fifteen bull rider and I let ’em. Win-win, right?” “Right. Who’s the flavor this week?” “Flavors—plural, as in Miss Rodeo Nevada and Miss Rodeo Montana. Damn good thing the states aren’t next to each other, huh?”

he called, voice low and amused. Nyra slipped the hood from her hair, letting damp strands fall across her forehead. She nodded, exhaling a shaky breath. “Too much to do, too little time.” He stepped forward, boots silent on the moss. “You look... ” He halted, awareness in his dark eyes. “Different.” She lifted her chin in the gloom. “The brand burns hotter than ever.” Ryker’s gaze flicked to her midriff. “I’ve never seen lunar‑flame swirl like that. It’s… beautiful, in its own way.”

Following the order, the elite riders in the area drew their scimitars and rushed to the three of them. Natalie and Loona's faces turned pale when they saw that scene. Their faces were pale as they gripped each other's hands tightly. Darryl sneered and raised his right hand without hesitation. The surrounding air suddenly rose. Darryl's palm erupted in a purplish-red flame. The flame appeared like a lotus, churning up and down. It was exactly the Red Lotus Fayette flame in his body. The elite riders did not take the small fire seriously when they saw it. Darryl was a spent arrow in their eyes. Even if he condensed the fire, it would be ineffective.

The metal still shone even under the flickering light, making the conjurer twitch in fear and anticipation. ''Who is your commander?'' Silence. ''Where are your friends hiding?'' Silence. ''Why have you come back?'' Silence. Ryder's knife burst into green flames and made the conjurer scream in surprise. It was like he was seeing something in the fire that made him shake his head and wail like a child. Ryder put off the flames, making the conjurer catch his breath for a little while. ''One more time,'' he said.

The smell of sex mingles with the alcohol fumes, creating a heady cocktail that saturates the room. Ryder lounges on a velvet sectional in the center of the chaos, the undisputed king of his parents’ domain. He takes a long drag from a cigarette, exhaling a plume of gray smoke that drifts toward the ceiling. His legs are spread wide, providing a throne for Tessa, who is currently grinding her ass against his crotch with desperate enthusiasm. She wears a scrap of red fabric that barely covers her perky tits, her nipples hard and visible through the thin material. Tessa moves her hips in slow, deliberate circles, feeling the growing bulge in Ryder’s jeans. She leans back, her wet hair sticking

In elder days when flame met air, And dragons ruled the heavens fair, Where once they soared on winds of grace, Now storm and sorrow take their place. Ryuki Yttyc is really uncomfortable to ride. ‘That’s because you were meant to be a silver’s rider, not a bronze’s rider,’ Bynjym says. ‘I can’t believe he let me ride him.’ Bynjym is quiet for a moment.

To learn his secrets and have him know hers. Her wolf shifted, coiling tighter, restless and eager, and she exhaled sharply, trying to regain composure. Not tonight, she reminded herself. We cannot. Control. Still, as she resumed her run back to the Summit grounds, her mind replayed every word, every glance, every subtle spark of connection. And she knew—whether she admitted it aloud or not—that silver flames had been stirred. And once stirred, they did not easily fade. Her world was about to change and with the growing flames the world around her would change as well, she didn’t know if it would be a good thing or if it would be destroy everything she loved and valued for good.

Kade shouted over the crowd noise. The starting gun fired and the bikes exploded forward in a roar of engines and burning rubber. Kyra watched despite herself, watched Ryker take an early lead and hold it through the first three laps. He rode like he did everything else, with absolute confidence and control, and she hated that she found it attractive. "He's so fast," Kade breathed, his eyes glued to the track. "He's beating everyone." "He's very skilled," Zara said, then leaned over to whisper in Kyra's ear. "You okay? You look like you're about to be sick."

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.