Ranker Graveyard Shift Novels & Stories

"Dad, I pick Lucian Valemont." I stared at the name I had pulled out and could not help but smile sadly. Maybe this was what the Moon Goddess wanted for me. Maybe I was not meant to be given the mate bond with Thorne. My dad—the Lycan King, the king of the werewolves—looked at me uncertainly. "Elara, are you sure about this? "Once the royal order is out, there's no going back."

“Because this day was going way too orderly.” Despite everything—despite the pressure, the pain, the cosmic trial—I bark out a laugh. The ancient presence purrs. I nearly lose my footing. Gravehowl’s presence pulses with unmistakable amusement. Ah. You’ve met the Sleeper. “The what?” I gasp, steadying myself as gravity hiccups sideways. Midnight’s oldest resident, he replies calmly. Predates the Crown. Predates me. Likes jokes. Hates rules. The Arbiter rotates sharply toward the epicenter of the disturbance, sigils flaring violently. ANOMALY EXCEEDS ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS. TERMINATION—

Island Stronghold – Dawn – 5:47 AM Griffin bolted upright in bed, his body slick with sweat that had nothing to do with the tropical humidity. The neural stabilizer at the base of his skull pulsed with residual energy, its quantum processors still parsing the fragments of whatever had invaded his dreams. For months, sleep had been his only refuge from the crushing weight of responsibility—the constant vigilance required to monitor his father's remaining assets, the delicate work of dismantling a criminal empire without triggering the deadman switches Michael had embedded throughout his organization.

I downed the fifth, elbow smashing his throat, and the gate buckled under us, Julian’s lockpick snapping it as we burst through blood-slicked, father and son united amongst bloodied foes for survival. Tyler chuckled, waving towards the altar, vats flaring around him, the silver glowing like flames, runes pulsing. Elara’s blood, a vial upon the altar, pulse-red as the ritual’s sick heart. His voice echoed, cruel. “Rankin’s blood starts Phasing the Shift, Roland. It needs him now.” My roar echoed through the laboratory, low and thunderous. “Julian’s the next vessel?”

* *After Adams Corps, now GRACE faces a major setback and is bigger than the former. The gravity of the situation began to sink in, and Kiara's mind raced to comprehend the implications of this unexpected downfall. The articles painted a vivid picture of chaos within GRACE, a stark contrast to its once towering presence in the business world. Kiara's thoughts swirled, mirroring the turbulence reflected in the news. GRACE, a formidable force in the corporate realm, now faced an unprecedented crisis. The abrupt departure of major investors sent shockwaves through the business community, and Kiara couldn't fathom the intricacies behind such a dramatic turn of events.

She was trying to hold back from the laugh. “……Ehem.” I deliberately coughed to make her come back to her senses. And as soon as she realizes that, she quickly looks at me with an evil grin on her face. “I will let you know about the practical battle ranks now~” She said. “Huh. You are up to something, aren’t you?” “Must be your imagination.” I doubt that. “For Rank C, 0-200 kills. Rank B, 201-300 kills. Rank A, 301-400 kills and Rank S, 401-1000 kills.” She said.

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

He seems to be thinking aloud so I don't say anything, waiting for him to continue. "You need to understand something…every pack has its politics like every royal court," he says. "When a wolf rebels against the Alpha, they're called Rogues. If they succeed in challenging and killing the pack leader, they take their place. But if they don't, they're either killed or exiled." "Okay, how is this helpful to me?" I say. "Hera, shifters are pack beings. Exile isn't something we take lightly." I stare at him blankly, not sure how this is supposed to prove anything to me.

"This remote area is called The Border to the Afterlife. Because people who have lost their jobs or are in poverty gather in this place. They either die here and are tossed to the graveyard or crawl to get a second chance by any means." Using cautious words, Joan continues to give Gary another question, "Could this also be..." Gary gives him a nodding gesture and says, "Yes, my friend, I came from this place before I and Jason were scouted by Raisen." While reminiscing about Gary’s past, they arrive at the graveyard. There was a big tombstone with a white color that was already decaying in the center. "I’m home, Catherine," Gary said while resting his hand on top of the tombstone.

Not only was there not a single glimpse of an A-rank beastman, but aside from that lone B-rank and ten C-ranks, the remaining few didn't even possess an official rank. Gideon cast a single glance over them before stating flatly that those unranked ones wouldn't survive for long. Chloe suffered a complete mental collapse. "How can this be possible? Where are my A-rank snake shifters? Someone must have tampered with my eggs!" Someone in the crowd finally couldn't stomach her behavior any longer. "How could anyone possibly tamper with them? Jared is nothing more than a B-rank snake shifter himself, so how on earth is he supposed to sire an A-rank with you? Just because you managed to predict th