Marcus Ryker Series In Order Novels & Stories

twisted ritual of mourning masked in politics and performance. I glided through the crowd like smoke, accepting nods and veiled questions with calculated poise.When Lucas finally cornered me, it was beneath the arch of the great hearth. His hand closed around my wrist, just firm enough to make a statement.“Why him?” he hissed. “Why Ryker?“Because I needed someone as ruthless as you to finish what you started,” I whispered, yanking my arm free. “And he was willing to do what you never could.”“And what’s that?” His voice was a low growl.“See me,” I said. “Not just the wolf. Not just the mark. Me.”His chest rose and fell in heavy silence.I stepped back, letting my gaze rake over him one last t

All three of them started talking at once. Jax: “Are you kidding me right now? After…. ” Kael over him: “Dude, Marc? The guy who falls asleep in lectures? What the hell is the issue. ” Ryker, calm but sharp: “This isn’t logical. We’re the strongest…. ”

The air shimmered, and from the shadows of the ruined hall, a figure stepped forward, tall, draped in black armor etched with living veins of red light. Ryker. He smiled faintly. “How touching. The sinner and his saint.” Clara’s magic surged instantly. “You shouldn’t be here.” “Oh, but I should,” he said, his voice velvet and venom. “You’ve been quite difficult to find, little moon. I thought perhaps your new master was hiding you again.” Lucas’s blade flashed from his sheath. “Say another word and I’ll rip your throat out.” Ryker’s eyes glowed brighter. “Still so protective. How sweet. You almost make me believe you care.”

“You seem to have misplaced something very expensive.” I backed away until my spine hit the counter. My hand brushed the coffee pot, half full and still warm. “Marcus—” He tilted his head, eyes glittering. “Did you really think you could outsmart me, Tessa?” Before I could answer, a new sound rose under the rain. Low. Familiar. Growing louder. A motorcycle. Marcus froze. I saw it in his eyes — that instant of recognition, that flicker of fury. He turned toward the door just as the roar grew close enough to shake the windows. My breath caught. Ryder. He was here.

“You killed the guards with a different weapon this time. You killed them with a knife. Your cell door was open. They died on your floor. You slashed them with claws too!” “No,” I protested, “I don't have a wolf. I have no claws.” “Then explain these marks,” He said. I stared at the foreign marks on the walls and floor and averted my gaze from his. “I don't know, Alpha.” He twisted the knife in my arm. He was a shadow. This Ryker was a person I didn't know. He was dangerous. He was the Lord of wars. “The longer you're sabotaged, the more you find more weapons and the more you take more lives.”

he threatens. “Relax, Ryker, we can discuss this.” Kael dropped his gun, spread his two hands forward, and widened his eyes in concern for me. “Marcus, down now,” he said. Marcus and other warriors listened to his command. “And you moron,” he moved his eyes to Adrian, who in turn still had his gun in hand. I know he wants me dead; he never liked me. “I warned you,” Ryker moved the knife closer; it gives a small,

Ryker's POV The sickening sound of teeth tearing into my mate's flesh echoed across the quiet clearing, and the triad bond inside my chest didn't just snap, it became a raging volcano of pure, unadulterated fury that obliterated my control. I burst through the thick foliage at the edge of the northern ridge, my heavy boots tearing up the damp dirt as I moved faster than a bullet, my yellow wolf eyes locked onto Marcus's broad shoulders. "Get your filthy jaws off her," I roared, a sound so loud it caused several wine glasses on the neutral camp tables to shatter into pieces, and my large hand slammed into the back of Marcus’s neck, gripping his collar with a brutal strength.

"You're right, I wasn't there." "That's right! And that's because you were enslaved...by HER FATHER! Her family!" Ryker stiffened and Lyra knew she has lost this battle. He'll throw her to them now and let them devour her like wolves. He'll watch and laugh with them. The silence stretched and Marcus was smiling triumphantly, seeing victory within grasp. Then, Ryker started close to Marcus. Lyra's hand on him only tightened and she kept walking behind him, his big muscled body shielding her from the world.

"Typhon is not a human, he is a high-level storm demon who is working with Beherit. He has done some horrendous things. He helped his father torture and murder his mother and his destined mate. He owns a security firm called the Damascus group, but that is just a front. He's involved in trafficking both humans and others to vampires for blood. He hired a guy they call the chemist who has developed drug compounds that affect every group of others. That is why they were able to get the upper hand on me, they used a demon compound to almost knock me out." "There are only two vampire groups that still feed off of live beings, so that narrows that down", Mercer added. "They have help in high plac

But she is a welcome fucking addition that both Titan and I enjoy. When I got back to Katrina's, she was sitting in the living room across from a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head. It was clear he didn't want to be seen or recognized. "Ramses, this is Thayne, he is the last Keeper besides myself." She said. I nodded to him and took a seat next to Katrina, putting my hand on her leg as they spoke.