Flynn Ryder Novels & Stories

She gave it all to the wolf inside him, a gift of recognition. The silvery light in the cavern flared, blindingly bright for a second. The pool of water glowed. Ryder’s back arched off the ground. A strangled sound, part gasp, part howl, tore from his throat. And then, he went utterly still. The light faded back to its soft pulse. The water was just water again. Ryder lay motionless. His chest did not rise. “No,” Fred breathed. Liam let out a low moan of grief.

"The prodigal son has returned." Ryder walked toward the grave with a stride that promised violence and ecstasy in equal measure. He didn't belong at a funeral; he belonged in a bed, or against a wall, or anywhere he could cause a scandal. "Bethany Evers, as I live and breathe," Ryder drawled. His voice was a low-frequency vibration that hit Ruth-Ann right between her thighs.

Ryder waited. "Oswin. The healer at Silverpine." I watched his face as I said the name and saw him make the connection — the name Lyra had written at the stream, the person she had said was the only one in the world who saw her as a human being, the leverage the Elders were holding. "I want word reached to him quietly. Through channels that don't pass through Silverpine or the Elder network." I paused. "He needs to know that this pack is aware of his situation, that it is being addressed, and that he should do nothing that draws attention to himself." Ryder looked at me carefully. "You know more than you've told me."

I spotted Spencer and Ryder across the crowd, his eyes locked on mine for a brief moment before he nodded and continued on his way. Ryder stood at around 6'1" with a lean yet athletic build, honed from years of running and training in the woods. His skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage, unlike my pale own. His grey eyes were a striking feature, seeming to gleam with a mix of intensity and kindness, depending on his mood.

The person held a suitcase in his right hand and had his left arm wrapped in bandages, standing there straight like a board. Wilbur looked at him and was taken aback, asking, "Ryder?" He quickly crossed the bridge and approached Ryder. He looked at his arm and asked, "How did you manage to get here so quickly?" "Ryder Litwing, elite combat personnel of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense, reporting in," Ryder said as he saluted with a standard military gesture.

Ryder had a year older brother, Riley Phillips, who also went to Flower Hills Private High School. I had merely met Ryder's brother a few times. He was a senior, while I was a freshman. I knew that he was on the football team and that he was considered a hottie, but that was almost everything I knew about him. I remembered that, unlike his cruel brother, Riley was a nice guy. He even carried me to the nurse's office after Ryder and another of Killian's friends, Sloan, had thrown that bucket of ice cubes over my head.

Where this road may lead, you ask? I do not yet know. But, all that is certain is that wherever the road may we go, Killian is whom I want to travel there, now not alone. This wild ride had only just begun. I am Ruby Fridays, and this was my one of a hell twisted story. ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ T H E E N D ...

“I can’t explain why he’s defending you. That’s something he needs to tell you himself. However, I can disclose that he has only done so for one other person, his mate.” “What happened to his mate?” I asked. Kendra sat in a chair in the corner of the room. “She died.” I crossed my legs as I took a seat on the bed and asked, “How?” Kendra explained that there had been a war between the Red Moon pack and the rogues, during which a rogue named Kade killed her. Although Kade was originally from their pack, he was exiled after killing someone else from the pack. “I’m dumbfounded,” I said. “He would execute Catrina for punching me, but not someone who tried to fight his brother?”

Rather than startle him with my physical presence, I reached through our mind-link. I'm here. Yeah, I know. Came his reply. I opened the door and tossed my bag of extra clothes and supplies in the backseat next to his. Thankfully, I hadn't run into my father since his vile sentencing of Brinley, and I was just fine with that. I was still filled with rage and needed the car ride to get myself under control. "Where are we headed?" I asked. Ryder replied without opening his eyes or lifting his head, "White Fang. Onyx Moon and the Druid Alphas will also be there."

Helena yelled at him. Ryder looked at them all. "His feelings? Has any of you ever cared about my feelings, has any of you thought about how hurt I am by what you did or don't I count?" Ryder asked. He stood up from the table and stormed out of the house. CHAPTER 24