Mason Ryder Novels & Stories

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

I will not wrap him in a shroud, no - we will witness the Gods claiming his body as it gets purified by fire and the scent of cedar and pine. After I am done placing him on the pyre, the women step forward to cover his body with the leaves and branches of the cedar tree. “Alpha Creed,” I hear as I step back and see Alpha Ryker step forward. His eyes flash crimson, but not the type of crimson I am used to - there are literal flames in his eyes. “Who - what are you?” I find myself saying, and he chuckles. “I am the one who will lead your father’s human soul to the other side. Your mother has already found his immortal spirit and guided him home to their shared plain, but I am the one in charge

"You leave now. There's nothing more important than getting his support back." ~~~~~~~ After a conversation with Langdon in which he promised to stick as close as possible to Brinley while I was gone, Ryder and I were on the road. Fang territory. I was driving my truck. Ryder had his head back with his eyes closed and headphones in his ears. I could tell from his breathing he wasn't asleep, but I didn't interrupt his inner reflection as it gave me time to think as well. I needed to come up with compelling arguments. But what could I say that wasn't already obvious? Mason's choice was going to cost wolves their lives. Surely, he could see that. I didn't understand it.

“Finally! Some action! I can finally test my mettle! Nothing but Agiles can overcome me! Hahaha…” Mason Khan laughed, a great battleaxe worn on his back, it’s blade as sharp as the crescent moon. “Quiet!” Umbra Khan hissed. Mason was not afraid of anything, however Umbra’s hiss was enough to silence him. However, Mason quietly muttered, “Damn buzzkill… once I’m stronger, I’m gonna beat your *ss!” Mason’s challenge put everyone into a quiet fit. Mason was indeed strong, but was slightly weaker than Umbra. Umbra barely talked, but often trained hard, that was how he quickly became the strongest Rider.

But his uncle came just an hour after, ready to go. "There is no way in hell you're driving that motorcycle back to Cali with that broken rib, Rus." "Well, what am I supposed to do? I can't just leave it behind. This is my only way of transportation." Russell was being difficult this morning. The lack of sleep was making him grouchy. "Ok, and what if you get into an accident, or you need to make a quick maneuver? Or what if,"

Solmyra said without turning to him. “Yes,” Maeron murmured. “And her mate draws near.” “Will you stop them?” Maeron didn’t answer right away. He closed his eyes and let the wind carry fragments of thoughts into him. He wasn’t born a man. He wasn’t even born a being. He was created, twisted from broken pieces of other warriors and creatures who had once worshipped the moon and bled for it. He didn’t fear pain. He didn’t fear war. But this time, something different tugged at his chest. He could sense the power inside Serena growing. A lunar blessing like hers was rare. Dangerous.

I need that hug right now, I want to give one back in return. It's then I see someone approaching from behind. Leonard can't see Mason, the quietest member of our team, who goes by the name of Mace because basically because he gets in, gets the job done, and does it with the quickest efficiency any of us have ever seen. We joke it's because he's a single dad, and has to jerk it fast. Today I'm not joking, and my heart is in my throat as I see him get closer to the two standing on the sidewalk.

"He's going to come walking along one day and-" "And I'll kill him." I narrow my eyes on him. "Don't be like that." He still doesn't move from where he stands. The man from the Discipline Pack that Mara mentioned has already arrived, and I'm curious to meet him. What if he is my other mate? How would he react to finding out he would be sharing with an Alpha. Not thrilled, I'm sure. Especially since it is Fate's doing. "The man is a bounty hunter that used to work for Kaden. He's no good anyway," Rylan comments, already knowing that is why I'm wanting to leave.

Despite their frenzied search, the elusive Ronin seemed to elude them, slipping through their fingers like a ghostly wisp. Mason, a tormented soul consumed by his lust for revenge, was no stranger to darkness. The tragic loss of his loved ones at the hands of the Ronin had twisted his mind and shattered his spirit, leaving him a vessel of hatred and anger. He was aware that the Priest, a mystical figure with otherworldly powers, had sensed the presence of the Ronin on Earth. This realization only fueled Mason's determination to intensify his search for the elusive warriors. He knew that if he were to exact his revenge, he must first find the Ronin and wipe them out.

"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