Randal Ivory Novels & Stories

Ivory explained to Byron while taking a sip of her drink. "I see," Byron nodded, extending his hand to Ivory. "Well, I'm Byron Santos. I'm a friend of your friend's boyfriend." "Ivory Arias," Ivory introduced herself simply, shaking hands with Byron. Then, I was surprised when Ivory suddenly turned to Ramil. "And you?" "Huh?" Ramil asked in surprise, but then he smiled at Ivory and extended his hand to formally introduce himself. "I'm Ramil Buenavista." Ivory accepted it seriously and shook hands with him, then asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

“Mom, dad, this is Ivory, my mate.” The cup Susan was holding crashed to the ground and shattered in pieces. “Oh my!” She brought her hand up to her mouth and just stared at me before looking me up and down. I was very much aware of the group of people that came over to watch. “Hump, you said your name was Ivory?” Brent asked, looking at me skeptically. “Hello Alpha Brent, my name is indeed Ivory. I am the daughter of Gwen and Nathaniel Peterson of the Midnight Moon Pack.” I didn’t stick my hand out as it would be improper to do so unless he asked to shake my hand first.

Her name was Petra Solano, and she lived on the western edge of pack territory in a house that was aggressively, defiantly covered in wind chimes. Ivory stood at the gate and counted eleven of them before she stopped counting. Stellan, beside her, had the expression of someone trying very hard not to say something. "Don't," Ivory said. "I wasn't going to say anything." "You were going to say something about the wind chimes." "I was going to say that this is a very charming property." He paused. "And also that there are a lot of wind chimes."

He asked Axel, “Who the hell is this punk? Why is he causing a problem here?” “He’s Andrius Moonshade,” Axel answered. “He’s Andrius Moonshade?” Randal scoffed in disdain. “A punk from the countryside should stay in the cave or whatever. Stop trying to be a hero here.” Andrius mocked, “I heard a dog barking, and it sounds rather terrible.” Randal was infuriated. He was the young master of the Hanshus who had lived like a prince since he was young, and no one dared to speak to him like that.

Ravan replied in stern voice and harshly pulled out his sword by making Vivan fall down on his knees. Vivan lightly supported his body by pressing on arm on floor and other on his bleeding heart wound “Randhir Bha… bhai… mere.. chita ko agni dena… koi nhi hai tumhare siva mera yeha (Randhir Brother…… do my Cremation as I have no one else buy you)” Vivan said as his body fell down on floor covered in pool of his own blood while his eyes remained on Ravan face in meantime Ravan to kept his eyes on Vivan who was now slowly slipping in to death mouth by standing tall above him holding ‘khanda’ in his hand as blood kept oozing form his arm where bullet was shot when unexpectedly a lone tear drop

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,

“The first candidate, Randall Leifson, currently serves as the personal assistant of the council of the Treasury, Minister Gustav. Often tagged as a wonderboy of intelligence, the wolf around him recognized his talent, thinking he would be wasted as a mere omega. Despite his humble origins, his extreme knowledge about plants helped him identify the Midnight Bloom in the exam. Among the 21 participants, only Randall recognized the rare plant from the second phase. And may I just add that he received the highest score in the 2500 item exam.” The council murmured about how Randall seemed fit for leadership. It was clear that individuals like him were rare among the slaves – a gifted omega with