Paw Patrol Ryder Character Novels & Stories

Honestly, between getting caught by him again or being dragged away by these rogue wolves, I’d take the latter. Suddenly, Ryder reached out his hand toward me. "We haven’t introduced ourselves yet. I’m Ryder Black!" I didn’t shake his hand, just stared at it coldly. "Ryder? What are you, a motorcyclist or something? Oh wait, I know—you’re a bandit!"

I snapped, the heat in my voice surprising even me. Ryder’s eyes widened, and he raised his hands. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in,” he said quickly. He stepped back, but his gaze stayed on me, soft but intense. “I just… have you always lived like this? In this kind of place?” I frowned, my guard up. “Why are you in my room?” I asked, crossing my arms. “What do you want?” He looked almost embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Ryder, Alpha of the Pawmoon Pack,” he said, like we were meeting for the first time. “Do you… remember me?”

But I don't have time dwell on this, I growl as I charge forward, barreling into three warriors that were on top of Ryder. Ryder growls before wrapping his arm around the fourth warriors neck, lunging over his back and twisting his head in the process. I heard the sickening crack as he broke his neck. Ryder lands on the ground behind him, letting go while growling. Without even looking at me he ran forward, leaping onto the back of one of the men I knocked away from him. He reached around him, his hand digging into his stomach with his claws extended before ripping his claws up.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

I want to argue, and I don't, because she's right and the rightness doesn't help. Ryder takes over the Luna duties so gradually as she has decided to spend most of her time at Nightshade helping Gio rebuild. He leads the morning patrols himself, handles the pack conflict mediation, chairs the alliance correspondence meetings. He does it the way he does most things—without announcement, without asking for acknowledgment, just moving into the space and filling it. I watch from the window of our cabin some mornings, seeing the pack organize around him, and feel something complicated: useless and proud in equal measure, the two feelings so closely braided I can't separate one from the other.

But it seems no one knew except Peter. Ryder had been hiding a secret, a secret so deep that it had allowed Ryker to penetrate our lives undetected. Peter continued, his voice shaded with a mixture of sorrow and frustration. "Ryder had a twin brother, Charia. Ryker was a wild wolf, locked away by Ryder for many years because he was incredibly dangerous. Ryder hoped to find a way to heal him, to fix his shattered soul. But he couldn't bring himself to end his own brother's life."

She groaned, and I closed my eyes. Ryder, my foster son, knelt on the bed in his wolf form, observing her as she woke up. I had found him as a child during a war, and I couldn't just let him die, so I brought him into my pack and raised him to be the young man he was now. He was ten, with gold curly hair and gray eyes.

Gamma Ryder nodded, still not averting his gaze from my bear, but he found himself clearing his throat, knowing Killian's gaze was on him, urging him to state where he had seen that bear, “I’ve seen one like this...” “You?” Killian blinked, genuinely surprised. “Where?” Ryder's gaze drifted back to the teddy. “Oh, it's for my friend, some very interesting little girl, fun to be with and such a talker, she is one hell of a girl, yet she could..." "Cut to the chase, where did you see it?" Killian's voice sounded irritated, not liking the way Ryder was singing the little girl praise. "Oh! Nothing to worry about the girl who owned it… isn't a she-wolf but a human girl, and I don't think she is u

That led directly to Sienna’s chambers. Ryder’s jaw clenched. He waited until their steps faded. Then he stepped out from behind the pillar and rose to his full height. He was taller than most guards, broader too, his body shaped by years of battles he no longer remembered clearly. His hair fell into his eyes, dark curls brushing his jawline. His face was pale from the curse, sharper now, as if the darkness carved him into something not fully human. He wiped dust from his hands and moved down the torchlit corridor with quiet, predatory grace.

She paused briefly before continuing. “Ryder, who was just a newly appointed guard for the triplets' father, turned out to be her fated mate. He was known to be a stony man who was loyal to the throne. He did everything he could to serve the triplets' father. However, that mate bond alone was enough for him to receive the cruelty of Alpha Quin.” Avery paused, staring at me. “He would occasionally send Ryder to the front line to fight, knowing fully well that Ryder wasn't trained for war. All his life, he had been raised in that facility to serve the Alphas. He was the only one among the hundreds of newborn pups who made it out alive.”