I Stole The First Ranker's Soul Wiki Novels & Stories

Playing games, using their meat to bet on it as whosoever wins, takes the meat. Now Rosela herself, has missed this so much as she loved and cared for Anuella and Kwensa so much, until her step-father, Amunsa started molesting her. She tries fighting back with her own womanly strength yet, she didn't win him. She reported to her mom and got hated, from everyone because of it.

“I’m failing!” Failing at what? Bast wondered. He rolled his eyes upward and closed his lids. Attuning with her mind to eavesdrop on her thoughts. Prince Iceron of the Lost Island would soon be learning she’d failed. She’d thought it’d be such a simple mission. Stealing from me, simple? Bast, down in his library, shook his head. Absolutely not. “Go to LandingTown, steal from some mortal, return to the Island with the pendant for the Prince of Air and Darkness, Dear Iceron.” She grumbled spitefully.

Clean, assessing, specific. There. Something in my chest completed a calculation I had been refusing to finish for weeks. He's going to choose her. Not because Seraphina was unworthy or manipulative or had engineered the outcome — she hadn't. Because Seraphina Velmere was Second Rank highest tier with measurable Aura cultivation and a family lineage extending to the empire's founding and the kind of controlled elegance that made political marriages function. Because this was how empires operated. Because I was a corridor staff member with fabricated papers from Ruen who had spent a year engineering proximity and the Emperor of the Aurelian continent could not choose the girl who sorted lette

The pain tore through my chest, sharp and splitting, like my soul was being ripped in two. “If I were to take a mate from the Vance line,” Ryker continued conversationally, “it would be your sister. Kaelith has fire. Rank. Strength. She is a wolf.” His gaze cut into me. “You are a glitch. A mistake.” He stepped back, drawing himself to his full height. The air itself seemed to freeze as he inhaled, Alpha power rolling off him in suffocating waves. “I, Ryker Voss, heir to the High Alpha,” he declared, his voice ringing with command, “reject you, Elara Vance, as my mate and future Luna. I sever the bond. I cast you out.”

“Rank Two: Tabitha Ramsey.” One of Nessa’s group. “Rank Three: Mariah Keaton.” Another one. “Rank Four: Maria López.” Of course. The ranks continue. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Not me. My stomach sinks like a stone. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Still not me. What. The actual. Fuck. I kept up with everything. I ran in HUMAN FORM and still stayed with the pack. I didn’t gas out.

“Defy me, and I shall be the one to take your life.” Emery stopped in her tracks and faced him once more. “By the way, do return my daggers as they are the remaining gifts of my master who was killed by that queen of yours. But do remember, Your Majesty, that if you fail to bring justice to those soldiers who died and even to Lady Hazel who got dragged into the schemes of your queen and your mother, I shall be the one to give it to them.”

From beneath his white robe, he is naked, and he is the first to expose his body as if he is requesting permission for me to do the same. I nod and eventually permit him to undress me. I don't care who manages to dress me first, but it seems that I've been fully awakened to my sexuality. However, as I do these actions, my mind is still questioning, how come can I kill those creatures then? The first thought that came to mind was for them to die before Casimir, but as he stated, some of these creatures are immortal, and Casimir is one of them... There must be a way to kill him, despite his immortality.