Pursue Rayvis Orb Novels & Stories

“All right. The same time and the same place always,“ Quinn agreed. “Yeah ...“ Zaiden replied before dropping the phone and returned to the pocket of his uniform pants. It could be easy, just follow the rules, don’t mess up and make it done. He reminded himself again. He stopped and looked up at the sky with his serious face. “Everything will go according to my plan,“ he murmured to himself, and continued walking. The silence of the night along with the sound of insects makes noise around him. Where can he find what the head of the Red Horizon Organization ordered him to locate? Red Horizon Organization was an organization that keeps the peace between vampires and mortals where he was part o

ARIA I step into the research room where Raya has been secretly testing herbs, making antidotes. She's doing her best to find a powerful cure for the cursed ones. As I offer her a hand, Rizz steps into the room, drawing our attention. “Why are you here?” My brows furrow. He slowly comes closer and stands beside me at a white table. “I want to help.” “Help? You?” “Why can't I help?” He moves his lips closer to mine and whispers.

Mia's head shot up to look at him immediately "There's a way for us to get few steps closer to these creatures. I have found the solution that could put away the Zombies once and for all. They are supposed to be dead but someone keeps creating their existence and with them gone fear will arise in the vamps and weres" "Tartal is the mastermind. So, are you saying we should abduct Tartal?" "No, we take possession of the foolish orb that he uses to create these. The other time I attacked during their blood hunt, I heard one of them speak of a fading orb, it may not be exactly the route of the zombies but it could still help us tarnish his plans" "That's a good plan Raven. If all is done against

“Elana and Gabby stay.” “She is a problem,” Ray says simply. “One you must resolve before the royals arrive for the ceremony. They want stability. They want certainty. If you do not give it to them, they will withdraw their hand.” My chest tightens, the air suddenly too thin. Stability. Certainty. Words that taste like chains. “The date of the ceremony hasn’t been set,” I remind them. “We have time to figure this out.” Ray clears his throat again. “The date has been chosen for you. A week from today.”