Randal Ivory Romane & Geschichten

The sea was also calm and she paid attention to the other tourists who were enjoying the sea waves that the water was shallow because even in the far part the water was only waist deep. When she reached the rock’s formation, she did not expect to see Randall. He was sitting there with his back leaning against the big rock. His eyes were closed while listening to music from his earphones. She quietly approaches him to see his appearance up close. The wind and waves were strong so it was hard for him to feel her presence. He had Viking-black hair, bristly eyebrows, a hawkish nose, his eyes were almond-shaped, defined cheekbones, a concrete jaw, and a Titan’s shoulders. Everything about him is

When the scout left, Randal turned back to Candice, his gaze unreadable. “The Ivanov Clan is finally restored,” he said. “Salem Ivanov’s bloodline stands again.” Candice nodded slowly. “That is good news.” Randal stood and approached her, his voice lowering. “There is more.” She looked up at him, confusion stirring. “What do you mean?” She swallowed hard. She knew that expression all too well—the same one her grandfather wore when she was in trouble. His brows were drawn together, his gaze serious and unyielding, and it sent a chill down her spine.

His Rolex watch shimmered on his wrist with dominance as well. "Thank you," I replied, 'What's your name?" "Roy," he answered, "Yourself, young lady?" "Ivy," I said. "Can I buy you a drink?" he offered. "Yes," I instinctually replied. "Another of hers," he gestured to the bartender. "How do you know the Baldwins?" he asked. "A friend," I deviated, "You?" "Long time friend," he studied me, "You look like their type." "What does that mean," I insisted.

Because I had never heard that voice before, I doubt that Aleena knew someone with that voice. ‘My name is Ivory. I’m Evangeline’s Lycan wolf.’ she responded, and slowly an image of a huge beautiful white wolf with electric blue appeared in my mind. When I told you HUGE, it meant she was really HUGE. ‘I waiting for the opportunity when I could finally talk to you, my little sister.’

"What’s up with you? You should’ve sensed me coming a mile away. What’s got you so distracted?" Randal shifted back into his human form, getting dressed as he spoke. "Just got back from a hunt and checked the perimeter," he said casually. I scoffed, retracting my claws and fangs. Without responding, I walked over to the wooden bench in front of my cabin. Randal followed, hurriedly fixing his clothes before dropping down next to me under the shade of the pine trees. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting streaks of gold across our tanned skin.

“That matter will be taken care of as soon as we leave this place for now Let’s—” Before anything the translucent being whiz to the spot where Randall stood swinging its hand without mercy fortunately, for the King of Humanes he dodged it by bending over then Randall clenched his fist, thrusting his fist aimed upward to the translucent being as the rings on his fingers compelled out violet flames, orange flames, blue flames and red-orange flames in a mixtures of inimitable variants of color flames covering the face of the translucent being in front of him on top of that the flames roared so high it reaches the skies.

The man is as furious as the Sages and perhaps more so. "Don't act smart, Ivor," Randall points out to the Chief Warrior in displeasure. "Although your offense is less severe, you need not try to cover that of the two beside you. We know everything". A hot brew rises to my head; my face turns fire-red like Ralph's. With that, we have betrayed our game. 'Ralph, it's either you or me. We crossed ourselves by being startled by Randall's remark. We have to stay calm, don't let them rattle us with the short clues they give. I think they know little and want to draw the story out of us,' I beckon my cousin into the mind link. 'Yeah. Why don't they get to the point? They mess up my mind with this,

" Ivory turned to realize the source of Raiden's bewilderment. Her mother had revived her spying ways. "My name is Raiden De Ville." Raiden was courteous as always, extending his arm. "I'm Ivory's mother, Lila Remington." She took his hand. Ivory hung her head in irritation. "Come in, come in. I would love to get to know you." Lila waited for no response from either party and pulled Raiden into the apartment. Ivory couldn't help but think that this night would end in disaster. There were things about her life she didn't want people to know, much less Raiden. His knowing would make her vulnerable in his eyes and that was the last thing a casual relationship needs, emotional baggage.

his cold voice stated, hoping she'd understand. Visha's sobs grew louder. It was almost as if there was no trace of compassion or empathy in Randall's words, only a cold, calculated resolve that spoke of a man hardened by duty and responsibility. She was used to this... He's a very cold-hearted man, but she never thought he'd be this cold towards her. Randall walked over to the small, intricately carved wooden table that sat in the center of the room, adorned with fragrant flowers freshly picked from the nearby meadow. This was something he loved and Visha made sure never to lack them in her chamber.

Lazar is glaring at the bonfire, refusing to look at Randal who is feeding sticks into the fire. I’m guessing it’s been a couple of hours since the other half of the Blood Takers went to get a new tire. “All right. I’ll start,” Randal says. “I’m originally from Red River. My parents worked at the castle. Dad was a guard and mom worked as a maid. They were nervous about having a human child around so many vampires, but that was a pretty safe group of vampires to be around, compared to others.”