Randal Ivory Novels & Stories

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."

Priscilla quietly gasped as she looked up to see the man. "I present to you Master Randall of Randall Holdings PLC," Festus proclaimed. Master Randall was in his late fifties with a few strands of white hair sparsely scattered around his well-combed hair. He had piercing gray eyes like his daughter but they had more of a mischievous twinkle in them. He walked over to Nana, gently held her right hand, and kissed the back of the hand. "It's so good to see your radiant face again La Matrona," Master Randall said with a warm smile.

I ask Raziel with a frown. He immediately gets serious again and indicates his so-called allies to come down with a nod. Both creatures land soundlessly and effortlessly next to us and lower their heads. One of them is pale tall, deep blue eyes and white hair. The other one is slightly shorter, his skin as dark as the night, his hair equally dark, and his eyes are of a hunting shade of honey. "Meet Ebony and Ivory…" Raziel says, and as I blink in surprise with their names, the three of them hold still for a few seconds, then laugh all together.

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