Rachael Runyan Novels & Stories

Azraiel pushes his legs to run faster as he tread through the wild forests of Rysterbia. He was in the Royal library when he received Ayleen's call. The sheer amount of panic he experienced when she told him that Charlotte is in heat was nothing like he has ever experienced before.

She turns around and throws up again. "Rachael, you better not stand close to Athena. Your smell makes her sick!" He said when he saw Rachael trying to get close to Athena. Zayne's word makes her feel a bit sad. She stops from stepping forward. Turning around, she took her spear and jump into the water. "Rachael!" Zayne called her name when he sees her jumping from the boat to the river. Ralph run to the edge of the boat and try to spot her. "Hey, Rachael! He didn't mean it that way!"

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Rachael laughed out loud before she was done. "You're too cute!" Rachael looked at her. "She's a workaholic. She turns into a cold-blooded monster as soon as she works. I can't believe there'll come a day when someone will feel sorry for her! Haha! Okay, you don't have to have so many feelings for her. She's willing to invest in you now because she can make more money off you! It's a win-win! "You must believe this," Rachael mischievously raised her eyebrows and told her while covering her mouth, "All investors have no feelings!"

For many, it’s a time for cathartic release, to let go of the past and move into a new phase. Just a few minutes ago, I was out there running with them. As my pack’s Alpha, it’s my duty to lead the run every full moon- it’s a ritual that promotes pack bonding and solidarity. Us wolf shifters are always looking forward to the full moon run, but anticipation was particularly high for tonight’s run because it wasn’t just with our own pack; we joined in with the other five packs of wolf shifters that we’re aligned with for the run. The full moon run felt so different tonight, so full of promise and possibility. Until it wasn’t. As the run was nearing its end, I decided to cut back ahead of the o

The black sequin dress with thigh high split and plunging neckline was one of the beautiful thing she had seen that night, she said. Rachel was nicer that the rest of the women I've met so far, maybe because she was married to a man old enough to be her father, he's dead though. Now she's a single mother of a sixteen years old boy, three boathouses, two Yachts and billions under both her and her son's their names.

Humans, shifters, and other supernatural beings went about their business, and the diversity of life in the town was both overwhelming and captivating. As I finished my meal, a young woman approached my table, a bright smile on her face. She introduced herself as Rachel, the contact sent by my father, Alpha Aaron, to assist me in my mission. She was a shifter, her scent a mix of pine and rain, and her Amber eyes sparkled with intelligence. Her black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and she looked smart in black jeans and a white stripe jumper. She was beautiful, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her, but I knew I was here only to carry out my father's wishes. I could not let anything dist

No sign of her. I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs. "She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.

Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her black dress clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her amazing curves in a way that demanded attention. Kourtney’s breath caught. This woman! She was simply stunning. She’d never seen such a beautiful red head. Does this person also work here? Or maybe a plus-one date with one of the men? She didn’t belong in a corporate organization—she belonged on a Hollywood red carpet, starring in blockbuster movies. Who the hell is this? “Well, well,” the woman purred, her voice smooth as silk with a thick Australian accent. “You must be the lovely Kourtney. Charmed to meet you, Darling. I’m Rachael Lind, managerial director and executive bo

she rasped when she saw me. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Rachel. I'm from Silver Moon Pack." She coughed, wincing. "Or I was. Before I ran." "Why did you run?" Garrett asked. Rachel's eyes darted towards him, then back to me. "Because I overheard something I wasn't supposed to. About Leighton. About his… allies." "The Blood Moon Cult," Kael said. Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't even know they were real. Thought they were just scary stories. But I saw her. The woman with red eyes."