R6 Novels & Stories

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

I needed help. "Dad?" Ella murmured, her concern and curiosity evident in her eyes. "I want to run this race with Olivia. Why won't you let me?" I sensed Sebastian might decline her request, and I didn't want her to be disappointed because of me. Stepping forward, I took Ella's hand. "Yes, I will run the race with you," I stated, cupping her face gently and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "We'll run this race together, and we'll win. I promise you that." I smiled warmly, pulling her close to me.

Cold bit into my skin as it snapped the band on. It seated itself flush just above my Regret Mark, a strip of something between metal and rubber, edges seamless with my flesh. LEDs chased themselves along its surface, then settled into a slow pulse. The display on it flickered to life. \[ID: W.R. ROANE\] \[STATUS: ACTIVE PLAYER\] \[SCORE: 0000\] Beneath that, a set of category headers blinked into existence: KILLS: 0000 ASSISTS: 0000

He charges. The wild alpha hits the shimmering barrier with a snarl that is more wolf than man. The impact throws blue-white sparks across the surface. For a fraction of a second the cage flexes inward, and the agent’s calm cracks into genuine surprise. Then the barrier pushes back. Riven is thrown ten feet, rolling hard across the frost-hardened dirt. He is on his feet again before the roll finishes, blood already darkening one side of his face, eyes pure gold and murderous. “Again,” he growls, and this time Jodan moves with him.

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"Stubborn. Then I'll break all your bones so your entire pack knows they're facing the sky!" BOOM! The ground cracked as Kael shot forward. His speed far surpassed that of a normal soldier. CLANG! Their swords collided. Raven was instantly pushed back several steps, his right arm trembling violently. "Heavy..." Kael didn't give anyone a chance to breathe. He continued attacking at a furious pace. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Each impact pushed Raven further back, forcing him to retreat. The difference in strength was too great. Kael was a Peak Beta Rank. Raven, however, was still far below him, even though the two ranks were in stark contrast. And then, a kick struck Raven in the stomach.

The glasses are tinted, no one would see you. No sir…I don't trust the tints. I blurted and Mr Boris only laughed and started the engine. Just as he approached the gate. He slowed down. “Good evening sir, how was your meditation sir? Rufus asked playing. “Fine… “Sir, your driver and the security are waiting for you… Don't worry. Tell them to go home, I will drive myself. It's too dangero… Rufus words were cut off. As Mr Boris didn't wait for him to finish before driving off the compound.

It’s Carl, my bus driver. “Kyaria, this is Carl. He drives the bus.” I say, introducing her. “Hi.” She squeaks out. Carl just looks at her and nods. I am sure I saw a half-smile on his face. I can understand why she was staring. Carl is very intimidating. He is a huge guy. He is bigger than Trevor. Carl has to be 6’11” and close to 300lbs of solid muscle. He can be scary as hell. Kyaria looked like a tiny ant standing next to him. Carl walked to the front of the bus. Kyaria went over and started getting her computer and camera equipment arranged. I wonder over and look at all the equipment she brought with her. I never realized that all this is needed for taking pictures.

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