Ranni Novels & Stories

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

They are panting heavily as they have used up a lot of Iru. “It’s over.” Varz said. Suddenly they hear Rian says, ”I don’t think so.” Rian who lies sluggishly suddenly stands up with an eerie smirk on his face. “I didn’t expect you could make such a brilliant strategy. Guess that moron has a point, morons are unpredictable.” He said arrogantly. “Shit!” Varz ranted. Rian dashes crossing Herman and Varz in a blink of an eye summoning a thunder striking both of them that their bodies are burned out.

A growl of annoyance slipped past my lips. Of all the days I could fall sick, it had to be the day I was returning home to claim what was rightfully mine, the position of the Alpha of Blackwood pack. "Do you think it's nervousness?" My wolf, Zander asked. He too was disturbed by my uneasiness as it would whimper whenever the ache intensified as it had been doing since it began. "No. I am not nervous, Zander. I am fucking happy but too bad this ache is barring my joy."

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

I read it quickly. Dear Dean, I'm sorry to write you this letter. My pack isn't safe anymore. The news about who I am is out and I will be hunted to the ends of the earth. I can't put you or anyone else at risk so I'm running. No pack would be strong or safe enough. I would die if I caused you or your pack harm. I wish things were different but this is my reality and I must make the right choice. Please find someone else that will make you happy that will be a good Luna for your pack. Please let me go.

a deep, gravelly voice boomed from the open door. Ruan stepped into the glass room, his massive frame carrying the cold, electric scent of the river fog. He had finally stripped off his torn riding jacket, leaving him in a black linen shirt that was stretched tight across his shoulders, the white bandages covering his shrapnel wounds stark against the dark ink of his skin. His steel-blue eyes instantly found me, verifying my breathing, my temperature, my survival in that single, territorial glance that always made my pulse quicken.

C11: Wrong Mate Raine fell to the ground with great force. She tried to stand up, but her left ankle was twisted. Raphael, whose wolf had taken over in rage, could barely control his body as he moved forward, not bothering to look back. She managed to stand up, her eyes filled with confusion and pain as she dragged her leg, calling out to Raphael despite the sharp pain she felt with each step. She stopped behind him, her eyes widening as tears filled them. She saw Raphael embracing her sister, his nose buried in her neck.

Zane’s gaze burned like the candles. “Then I will break her.” He turned sharply and strode out of the tent, boots sinking into the snow as his army parted for him like waves. Drums thundered across the valley. The ground trembled beneath marching feet. Renna appeared atop a ridge, holding a crimson stone that pulsed like a sick heart. Runes snaked across her arms in dark ink, alive and writhing. She lifted the stone high. A shockwave of red light burst through the valley, making soldiers gasp as it seared across their skin.

Ravena tried to wash her hands as her blood was boiling as if the women didn't exist. The leather strap of her handbag was torn by the short one, and it dug into Ravena's shoulder. "Explain yourself to us." Ritka growled, "As if the bitch would say, Angelina, when she's in this fool disguise." Despite the pain of irritation in her temples, Ravena washed the soap from her hands and bit back the savage side of her wolf nature that was trying to emerge. Not helping her cause would be beating up three female grays.