Ranni Novels & Stories

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

He grumbled and stepped away from the kitchen. "Take out the plates and place them on the table, baby." He ordered whole finishing his banana, I huffed and pulled out the plates. A fake smile is plastered on my face out of annoyance. - "The forest?!" "Exactly, the forest will be your last mission before the graduation day." Raphael said after he took a month to rest, he still couldn't walk properly because of the poison that spread on his whole body, we managed to take out all the poison thanks to my magic but it did paralyze his legs for a while meaning that he won't be able to walk comfortably without the wheelchair.

I did not want to attack him, but he attacked me first, so I needed to defend myself and defend Rayne before defending myself. "I don't want to hurt you!" I shouted as I held him back from attacking Rayne, "Rayne! Run!" I looked at her for a moment as I yelled. I wanted her to be safe. I was able to recognize that type of werewolf, I knew his pack! His long grey and white fur gave me enough information about him. He was a Hutton, a banished Hutton. Huttons were naturally cruel and that meant that a banished one would be barbarous.

One of these days we can have the time we needed badly, all for ourselves. By the way, you all can call me Rianne Carpolya pronounced as Ray Anne. Friends call me Riri pronounced by them as Rayre. I have this long wavy black hair that is longer until to my buttock and I am sure that I inherited it from my mother. I have brownish eyes that I have taken after my father, reddish lips, and fair skin that usually look suntanned due to helping my father on the farm. A typical NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth) girl that the people around her call fat and ugly. Well, it sucks to be me right. Anyways it’s already college graduation season so it's time of the year to get so busy preparing.

Adorable in a way he hadn't encountered in a long time. He leaned forward slightly, glancing at her name tag. "Mona." She winced. "Yep. That's me." Still grinning, he leaned against the counter, watching her closely. "So, Mona," he drawled, "how does it feel to watch men beat the shit out of each other for a living?" " extremely weird I guess it's my first night " Her mouth dropped open slightly, before she quickly covered it with both hands. Kane smirked. "I like honesty."

The system chimed softly. **EXP CONSUMED. 'ADRENALINE OVERDRIVE' INITIATED.** **COUNTDOWN: 20:00...** “Ronan, stop the bike!” Ara shouted. Ronan hit the brakes hard, skidding the dirt bike into a narrow alley near the shipping canal. He turned to look at her, confused. “What are you doing? We don’t have time to stop.” Ara climbed off the bike, her boots hitting the gravel. A strange burning energy surged through her veins, making her muscles twitch with power.

Then it happened, a sharp pain shot through me, I was caught off guard and let out a gasp. Then a voice spoke, “Ronan. My name is Ragnar. Your one and only wolf.” He said in a cocky tone. The bones in my leg snapped, making my yell out. “Deep breaths. This is going to hurt more that anyone has told you, but with me we can make this fast.” The sound of bones breaking echoed through the air. “H-how?” My breathing was ragged.

His grin revealed his thrill, his whole stance vibrating with the pent-up excitement of combat. Opposite him stood Rani, ethereal in her flowing blue hooded attire. She wore no armor, yet her stance was calm and resolute. Her pale skin gleamed like fresh snow under the stadium lights, her gaze as cold and piercing as winter’s bite. With a fluid movement, she unsheathed her rapier, its slender blade catching the light with an icy gleam. As she held it aloft, frost crystals began forming at its tip, extending down the blade in delicate, fractal-like formations. Her porcelain face was serene, but her gaze fixed on Red with unyielding intensity.

Dana Hamilton, The woman in iron was her nickname when she was in Italy. She had previously lived in California with her family before moving to Italy and now, she was back. She and her husband sat down at the arrivals lounge waiting for Clara. She was a woman of high prestige and a mouth that spat out words like someone drawing a sharp sword from a sheath. She was also a woman of beauty, with her pronounced brown eyes, her orange lips, and dark hair. She was in her fifties but she looked so much younger than other women who were in their fifties. The fact that she had a husband made many men stay away from her.

Rhea introduced herself. "And the last but not the least! My name is Jordan! Aka Summer's most gorgeous friend ever! But you can call me Jor or Dan for short! Maybe we can be friends so that I can teach you sense of—ouch!" He didn't finished his speech because Rhea smacked the back of his head. Greka raised an eyebrow at him and her attention went back on me. 'can I kill him?' she mouthed and I glared at her.