Judd Ryder Novels & Stories

It caught me off guard, Jax had been the leader of the humans and they were loyal to him except this one. “He was a wolf” “I knew it” he practically jumps up. “I knew he wasn’t human” “How?” “He smelt different, always had a strange odour” “Yet you have no odour” “Yes he does, I can scent him” Taylor mutters at me I shake my head at Taylor, “You can smell your mates scent, the one special to only you. But his actual scent is non existent” "Now tell me why Jax wanted Rudy" "I don't know, he wanted someone with amber eyes"

"I gotta go and find Ryder. Xavier said then looked for his best friend/ enemy, Ryder Jackson. He is the worst human being in the world. An asshole, arrogant, jerk, My brother's best friend, Alpha's son, and my enemy. He has never been nice to me. He always finds a way to embarrass me and try to keep people away from me. Like I have this crush back in 6th grade and we just started talking then all of a sudden, he stopped. I knew because whenever he would try, Ryder suddenly pops up. Ryder Jackson couldn't care less about me. All the mean comments and pranks he did. It just seems impossible for him to say something nice without any catch. He has dark brown hair with natural light brown highli

"Kaden's going to get what he wants." Rylan chuckles, saying, "you're going to come back, don't worry. Jasper knows what he's doing." If there's anything to trust, it's Jasper. He's the oldest Alpha out of all, and matches Alden in a lot of his wisdom. Alden has raw intelligence though, while Jasper's knowledge comes with all his centuries of life experience. Obviously though, I'm terrified. How could I not be? My mind won't cease the thoughts of what could go wrong until it actually happens.

He’s lost the address. Then, the low, smooth purr of an engine cut through the night. A sleek, dark car glided to a silent stop at the curb. My heart stopped with it. The driver’s door opened. And Jax Ryder stepped out. For five years, I’d seen him on screens. In highlight reels. In magazine spreads, posed and polished. In candid paparazzi shots, scowling behind sunglasses. But none of it prepared me for this. For him, in three dimensions, under the sickly yellow glow of my streetlight.

"Alright children, enough measuring of your dicks. I promise you both are tiny as fuck." Asher raised his head just then to see Ryder striding towards them. The man had dyed his hair a silver now and the grills in his teeth sparkled like hell. As he neared them, he unzipped his racing suit down to the chest and a grin tugged at his mouth. "Gotta hand it to you, Asher. I don't know what the hell changed, but you're fucking insane on the pit. You've always been phenomenal, but maybe focusing on racing full-time and kicking your shitty CEO job to the curb was exactly what you needed, huh. Hell, I don't regret convinving you to stay."

Dixie is busy fighting for her life, and the council is busy planning her death! Making my way straight to the healer's hall, I unexpectedly meet my friend, Ryder. He looks pissed off, so I ask him, “What's wrong, Ry?” “Your human mate has a human friend. Remember that nerd that follows her about like a lovesick puppy?” He asks. “Yes...uhh... what's his name again?” I always forget his name as he is hardly anyone important. “Jackson.” Ryder spits out. He is visibly pissed off, and I wonder what Jackson did this time. That human has a knack for being nosy.

“Your father is going to talk about something important, stay here.” Darren sighed, he really wanted to take the girl away from this boring family gathering. But he couldn't help but listen to his father speak first. “We look like family, right Mr. Frank?” He was Adam Jarl, Alpha Pack Kyne, Darren's father. Of course before answering that question, Frank chuckled to break the ice. After all he thought it was a good signal to bring two families together. “Yeah, we're like two families already, Alpha Adam. I feel like we're very compatible in every way.”

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.

Then the phone on the counter started to buzz. Jace snatched it up without checking the number. “What?” he barked. A familiar, cool voice chuckled on the other end. “You sound upset, Jace.” Jace’s eyes narrowed. “Ryder.” “Glad you remember me,” Ryder’s tone was calm — too calm. “I figured I’d check in, see how your little hostage experiment worked out.” Jace’s grip tightened on the phone. “You son of a—” Ryder laughed softly. “You know, for a man who calls himself a leader, you sure lose a lot of people. Raven’s losing her mind, Marcus is bleeding money, and you—” He paused for effect. “You can’t even hold onto one woman.”

He rode a high-end Kawasaki. He was a sleek black guy who lived for racing his bikes. An injury had put him out of the pro-circuit, but he still followed it avidly. He and Quinn had been to many meets together. He smiled as they left the house. “Ryder, it’s been a long time, man.” “Good to see you too,” Quinn said, clasping his leather-clad hand. He turned to see Cade glaring at him. Uh-oh, Cade was getting all possessive again. Jace had the sense not to say anything, just briefly smiling at Cade.