Ransom Canyon Books Novels & Stories

Elena sat in the back of the vehicle, her pulse a constant, pounding rhythm in her chest. The city blurred past outside the window. Lights. Movement. Life continuing like nothing had changed. Like everything hadn’t shattered. “Where are we going?” she asked. The man didn’t look back. “You’ll see.” “I need more than that.” “You’ll get it when we arrive.” Her jaw tightened. “You’re enjoying this.” “No,” he said calmly. “I’m managing it.” “By kidnapping people?” “By maintaining balance.” She let out a sharp breath. “Balance?” she repeated. “This is chaos.”

Her eyes widened in apprehension. Panicked, Hunter shook Rose’s shoulders, "Um...guys... But he didn’t get to finish his sentence as the darkness of an incoming meteor enveloped the skies above them.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Lucy POV After the kidnapping incident of my son Austin, I decided to visit Cassandra inside the prison. My dreams are telling me to come and see her. I want to ask many questions and I am hoping that she could answer all of them. This sounds ridiculous but I want to help her even though she tried to steal my husband for one night and to get my child. I need to clarify something about us inside the prison. Something isn't right. I saw the pin in her hair same with Eloisa. I want to know how it happened that their things were so much alike.

At dusk, the ground shuddered. A voice whispered through the soil: > Beneath … the root … the heart bleeds … Her pulse quickened. “The root of what?” The whisper faded, leaving only silence and the faint scent of ash. --- The Canyon of Red Light Three days later, the mountains appeared, black and sharp against a red dawn. At their center yawned a vast rift — a canyon glowing faintly with crimson light that pulsed like a heartbeat. Liora descended carefully, the rocks warm beneath her hands.

“Got it… so, you’re really going?” “I have no real reason to stay. And it could be a great experience.” We walked a few more steps before I instinctively reached for her wrist, gently stopping her. She looked at me, surprised. I let go quickly and said, “I need to take you to Ransom Canyon tomorrow.” “Why?” “They say if you visit Ransom Canyon three times, you can never leave Lubbock.” I thought I was joking, and I saw her smile. But I didn’t smile back.

That’s blackmail material. But the real highlight? The Garden of the Gods. My breath literally caught in my throat when we pulled up. The giant red rocks, those gravity defying formations, it was like something out of a dream. The way the sun hit the stone made everything glow, and the crisp Colorado air filled my lungs in a way that made me feel alive. We wandered through the paths, took a million pictures, and even asked a few other tourists to snap some of us together. Alex wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my cheek as the camera clicked. I could’ve melted right there.

The sandstone walls closed behind us like teeth. No signal. No sky. Just red rock, heat shimmers, and the low growl of the Chevy refusing to die. Then the canyon opened. And the world forgot how to be normal. We’re rolling slow across a desert valley that has no business existing: golden sand dunes under a sky the color of bruised twilight, ruins rising out of the sand like the bones of a city that sank before Noah even started building. Columns taller than redwoods. Bridges that loop into themselves.

He was leaning casually against a black car, hands in his pockets, his dark eyes watching me with the kind of intensity that made people nervous. I wasn’t most people. “You have a habit of showing up uninvited,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. He smirked, pushing off the car and closing the distance between us. “And you have a habit of making dangerous deals.” I folded my arms. “You came all this way just to lecture me?” “I came to offer you something better.” That caught my attention, though I kept my expression unreadable. “I’m listening.” Nico stepped closer, close enough that I could catch the faint scent of expensive cologne and something darker beneath it—gunpowder, steel, danger.