Pursue Rayvis Orb Novels & Stories

It could only be another one of Rayan’s little games. “You’re an Arie and you’re here against your alpha’s orders?” I asked, trying to trigger some reaction from him. “Well… not exactly.” He averted his gaze for a moment, then returned it. “Rayan ordered me to keep an eye on you, to make sure you don’t die or that no one touches you. So I’m not exactly breaking orders, you need to drink something to stay alive.” He raised again the skin pouch he’d been carrying, pressed the fresh water to my lips. I was still suspicious, but my thirst was far from quenched. So I accepted, keeping my eyes fixed on his, completely alert.

Raymus POV I am currently preparing to make another attempt at taking the Princess for my son Rayven, Rayven was born of Vampire and Immortal blood so he is divine perfection, the greatest thing I have ever done and achieved with my life and so he needs a perfect female to pair and reproduce with, although Ray is a stubborn child he will come to understand what I do is for his future to pave the way for him to reach monumental greatness in the Celestial world of Vamps and Weres.

When we reached the top of the stairs Genevieve wrapped her hand around Rayan's arm waiting to be portalled and thanked me for allowing her to question Crysanthi. "Before we go Azak, maybe you should take advantage of those spells and see what kind of information you can get out of her about Lila and where she might be hiding. Hell, maybe she knows her in her own dimension. It's definitely worth a shot I'd say. I'll see you for the coronation man. Thanks again." Rayan said to be before disappearing in a flash of bright silver light.

Or else, you are going to regret it in the future" ........ Ray really wanted to ask Odessa. What it he not being controlled by others?

Alexander Li Chen Rayven doesn’t escalate without reason. So when the phone rang instead of buzzing, I answered before the second vibration. I left the bedroom before picking up, stepping into the hallway. “Yes.” “Vehicle swap,” Rayven said, voice clipped, not even trying for a greeting. “Two blocks east. Black SUV. No plates.” I stepped closer to the corner window, hunched in the shadow, and looked out over the city. “Pattern?” “Rotational. Testing blind spots. They changed lanes three times in the last minute, then circled. They’re not tourists.”

Lucas kept us updated from afar, checking in once a week like clockwork. But Ray had let go of the obsession to chase his father. “He’s not worth it,” he said one night, when we were lying in a hammock under the stars. “The more I look back, the more I realize… he never was.” I turned to face him, brushing his hair from his forehead. “Then what are we building now?” He smiled, lazy and sure. “Something real.” It started with a call from Priya. She’d been working quietly with Lucas—helping coordinate donations, drafting legal frameworks, managing the team setting up the trust Ray had envisioned. But this call wasn’t about the trust.

"We are done visiting your father, what next?"Raymond asked as soon as they got out from the nursing home. "I want to go back to the place where I sold the wrist watch of my boss so I will know whether I can find it,"Ivy replied. "Do you think you can find it?it Should have been sold by now".Raymond said to Ivy. "Let me try first,"Ivy said to him. "Okay,I will drive you there,"Raymond said to Ivy.

“The orb counters her void, Aelys—now!” I seize the orb, its light flooding my lunar mark. I channel its power, a hymn rising. “Veil, purge her!” The orb flares, starlight striking Seris, her hybrid aura fracturing, void peeling away. She screams, her blade dropping, her form collapsing. “No… I was eternal…” Her Lightweavers falter, some fleeing, others surrendering.

Kael stepped forward, every inch the predator he was, his gaze sweeping over the scene with careful precision. “We track it,” Kael said, low and deliberate. “Now. Before it strikes again.” Evelyn didn’t hesitate. “I’m coming.” Kael’s head snapped toward her, eyes glowing faintly gold. “No. You stay here. This is dangerous—” “I know what it is,” she interrupted, stepping forward. Her pulse raced, heat surging through her veins. The mark on her arm pulsed in time with her heartbeat, an insistent rhythm tugging her toward the forest. “I can feel it. I can track it too.”

Roselia leaned on me and also looked at the screen. “Did you spell it right?” “Seby La Cour. How do you spell that?” I thought. “Should it be a V or a B?” “Try it all,” she suggested. “That’s weird,” I said. “I couldn’t find any information about him.” I clicked my tongue. “Mother usually sets me up with the famous son of her billionaire friends. What about now? Where did he get the guy?” Roselia shrugged. “Your mother only told me the names and our organizer was the one who set everything. Isn’t La Cour a high-profile name?” She confirmed.