Ranni X Tarnished Novels & Stories

“All that matters is that we know who YOU are” “Is that so?” I replied, sticking my chin defiantly in the air. “And who am I?” “You’re the little night wolf, Raven, I believe is your name”. The rogue man smiled bitterly through his teeth. I scoffed with an amused grin. “Little? If you dare to touch me or my friends, you’ll find out just how wrong you are for calling me little”. “Our master said you’d be arrogant! Talking too highly of your wolf when you are neither large or strong”. He sniped in return.

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.

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.

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

"Lucian, we can't fight over this right now, this deal is beneficial to the both of us and I won't sabotage it, we can't waste any time, my daughter could be in even more danger as we speak!" I held his stare, still deciding on whether I could but it or not, if it turned out that he was messing with me, I'll fucking kill him, for now, finding My Brie was the most important. I barked out the orders. She was to be found at all cost. My name is Lucian Castiel, but most people prefer to call me vengeance. There are two kinds of people, those that respected me and the ones who are afraid of me.

“There’s a party tonight! You should come. It’s a party for us outsiders so no awkward stares. No guys being creepier than usual.” “No uncalled-for hatefulness?” Zira finished for her. Aubrey laughed. “Exactly.” They made it to the bottom of the stair and headed toward the elevator. When it opened Zira pulled her book kart out. “Hey, do you know anything about these?’ she held up the pages of book requests she wasn’t able to find. Aubrey took them and looked over them for a few seconds. “You shouldn’t have gotten these. They’re all in the restricted section.” Zira frowned. None of the titles seemed like they should be restricted. They were all about politics, wolf pack hierarchy, and lunar p

He looked serious, way too serious for my liking. "First you called me your sworn enemy, now you say I'm a miracle? What's going on here?" I asked. "Well you see, legend has it that there will be a fated love between a human vampire hunter and a vampire, that would bring peace forever between us, someone from your family in particular, and we have every reason to believe that you were born to fulfill that prophecy with Nic. The two of you were meant to be together, your love would put an end to years of enmity, strife and pain," he said.

The symbol of balance. For the first time in a long time, it shone over the Dark Moon pack without shame. In the end, the Dark Moon rose again , scarred, tempered, reborn. Tiara's visions no longer brought war, but warning. And the name Garrett and Vanessa became lessons whispered to every new Alpha that no crown shines forever when worn for greed.

To be fair, neither did the Royal Family or Ren. "I really hate my life!" Elder Rani looked forward disgusted. Ren and Empress Valli looked towards her. "The moment he touched me, the very use of his Ion energy to get me to stop, I could tell..." The Traitor Sword in her hand pulsed before going dim. Ren flicked his fan sealing inside the woman for later use. A small opal appearing on the forehead was the only visible change to her person. "..I still cannot be the woman he loves. All the intel and maneuvering was not enough to make a place before her. How does one compete with a dead woman?"

"But promise me that it will not be for long no matter what happens." "Agreed," Lance said, his muscular arms flexing under his shirt from the tension. Raven placed her hands on the side of Lance's head and chanted, "Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach." The lights in the room suddenly dimmed, then went completely out, but came back on a moment later. Raven looked directly into Lance's eyes. "It is done." She took a deep breath. "I need a Bloodstone."