Lyrics Human Rag N Bone Man Novels & Stories

When my rift came to an end, the other musicians clapped loudly as they whooped and hollered. The rhythm guitar player laughed as he shook his head and smoothed back long strands of light brown hair into his ponytail. “I think she smoked you, man,” he said with a pronounced Irish brogue. Blondie’s lips formed a straight line. And, without saying another word, he launched into another rift, this time mixing in a little rhythm and blues with his lead line. A moment later, he ended the rift and folded his arms across his chest. “Now, beat that.”

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

_Dad_. Rylan tilted his head. “_Can’t_,” he said. Two voices. Baby high. Four’s _empty_. “_He’s _me_ now. I’m _him_. We’re _full_ together_.” He giggled. _Four’s_ giggle. “He was _so lonely_, Dad. _So empty_. Just like _me_. So I _let him in_. Now we’re _not_.” Lyra _screamed_. “_Rylan! Fight him! You’re _Seven_! You’re _stronger_!_”

He heard the whimper of a male who was trying to crawl away. He turned into his human form, rushing to the human path to block him, turning over to see half of his face was almost shimmering off by claw marks. “And where do you think you’re going?” “Please help me; no more, no more!” “You took someone that belongs to me.” “We just thought we could get the reward money; we were given a specific location to come take her; please, we weren’t the ones that kidnapped her.” “But you hurt her. You wanted to do something to her—unspeakable things.” Rygan snarled, his voice low and deadly, unlike anything that's ever been heard, like a demon from the underworld.

He smells the fear I am trying to swallow. I say his name again. It cracks in the middle. “Ronan. It is me.” For a second something flickers in his eyes. Something human, warm and mine. Then another snarl rips through him and the moment vanishes. He lunges. Damn, here we go.

My spine arched, and a sound tore from my throat, but this one did not sound human, it was strange. My nails dug into the ground, and I felt them split, and they also twisted, my bones breaking. “Lance…” I choked out, “something… something is wrong…” I gritted out in pain He was bent near me, “Lyra, listen to me… keep your eyes open… tell me where it hurts…” “Everywhere!” I shrieked. Then my vision blurred, my skin burned, and my bones snapped, suddenly I felt my bones reforming, like they were fixing themselves.

His voice followed me, echoing through the darkness: “Wake up, little spark.” I gasped awake. Air punched into my lungs like I’d been drowning underwater. My back arched off the quartz table, light exploding under my skin in blinding flashes. “Lyra!” Rockan’s voice rough, desperate. Hands grabbed mine, anchoring me. My vision blurred, then sharpened. Rockan’s face filled my world terrified, furious, relieved all at once. “You came back,” he breathed, pulling me against him.

Still, I nod and follow him as he walks to the backside of the camp, where there's a naked man looking around for his folded clothes. I know that hairy ass. "There he is. And his dick is out again," I murmur, shaking my head. I can't really see it, though because he's turned away and he finishes pulling his jeans up by the time we get closer. "Covered my dick just in time," Rogan breathes out in relief like he was rushing for me and gives me a dumb smile with very white teeth. He really is cute, even if his hair is a lot longer than what I consider attractive and he also has a beard, "Good morning, Miss Ivy."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Naega gal gireun naega bakkuji mwo (I’ll change up my path myself) Wigineun gihoero da bakkuji mwo (If you really wanna see me cry) Guji uneun kkori bogo sipdamyeon Yetda nunmul (Fine, here are some tears) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ryder smoothly took over from Joy and it seemed as if he was warning me through the next set of lines to not take advantage of his sister and her “loneliness” coz he was gonna “swallow up his hate” this time with a warning and “would not get mad”.