Ratchet X Rivet Novels & Stories

Dax POV Riven studies the metal in the light. There's a pair of goggles affixed to his face, and when he presses a knob attached to the side, another lens slides in front of the first, magnifying his vision. When I asked him about it, he said he got it from a friend. When I asked him if I could get one, he looked at me as if I was stupid. He's not looking at me like that now. If anything, he seems genuinely perplexed.

Pulled Victoria’s face down until their foreheads touched—helm to helm, steel kissing steel. She mouthed back—slow, deliberate, so Victoria could read every shape: *Not trapped.* *Protected.* She pointed to the rift—now a shrinking scar no wider than a doorway. Then to herself. Then to Victoria. Then she pressed her gauntleted hand flat over Victoria’s heart—right where the armor covered the place that should beat but never did. *My turn.* Victoria’s breath hitched—silent, but Raven felt it in the way her shoulders shook. Raven leaned in. Pressed a fierce, armored kiss to Victoria’s lips—brief, hard, full of promise.

River Crap! Crap! Crap! Zach was glaring at me angrily. My blood began to boil, “Stop! I was here last night.” I knew what he was going to ask, his judgy eyes giving it away. “Then why did he ask if your name was Raven? Raven is your bike’s name, Riv’s. How could he possibly know that?” He said, his jaw clenching roughly. Ugh! It’s true though, on the side of my bike and helmet, I have ‘Raven’ spelled out. I composed myself and tried giving him a stern look with a tone that matched.

Chapter 49 The crack in the sky had sealed itself by morning, leaving only a bruised moon above the MoonRider pack stronghold. Raven stood before her mirror, with trembling hands and dark circles shadowing her eyes as she pinned her black hair into a loose braid. She couldn’t shake off the nightmare about the rift splitting, her own face bathed in silver fire, and her guardians kneeling in blood. “Stop looking at yourself like you’re already broken,” Axel’s voice rumbled softly from behind her.

Ritka pushed an empty chair across Ravena's path as she approached the table. The back of the chair smacked the tray against Ravena's chest, causing her heart to race and emitting a dull thud. Chester McKinley sprang out of his chair and grabbed the tray before she spilled the beverages. He placed it on the men's table while Ritka gave Ravena a wicked grin. Ravena gripped the chair, her fingers clenched, but she resisted the temptation to smack Ritka's fangs down her neck. The male grays, on the other hand, were watching to see how she handled the issue. Alpha females did not back down, despite the fact that she had to suppress her inherent lupus garou inclinations due to the humans in the f

A Comedic Misadventure The revelation of their mirrored emotions towards Raven had left the twins with a shared sense of purpose. This new discovery, a confluence of feelings that were both intense and unprecedented, spurred them into action. Determined to unravel the enigma that Raven presented and to understand their simultaneous connection to her, the duo resolved to make her acquaintance together. After all, their combined strengths had always made them a force to be reckoned with. Little did they anticipate that the very coordination that made them so formidable would now be their undoing.

There was a ravenous look on hsi face. My body twitched at the sight of a naked man. My first time seeing a fully nude man. Hearth thundering, I forced my nerves to relax and muscles to untense. He hovered over me like a giant and I was just his prey. One look at him and i Knew that he would devour me like a meal given to a homeless man.

Then—the mirror screeched. A sharp, metallic scratching sound that set his teeth on edge. He spun around, eyes wide. Something was carving into the fogged glass, long, jagged letters forming as though written by an invisible claw. R – I – P Travis backed away, heart slamming in his chest. “Who’s there?! I’ll fucking kill you!” No reply—just the screeching, and the thick steam growing heavier by the second, coiling around his legs like vines. He ran back to the door, shoulder-slamming it again and again. The hinges rattled, but the wood refused to yield.

Each had half of a little moon. Mother knelt before us. She placed mine around my neck. Then Brother's. "When you put them together..." She gently pressed both pendants together. They became one whole moon. "...they become complete." She kissed my forehead. "You complete each other." I didn't really understand. But I liked that mine matched Brother's. I hugged him anyway. Then— BANG! The front door flew open so hard it hit the wall. I jumped. The balloons shook. Big men rushed inside.

she asked as I bit my top lip playing with my watch gathering my thoughts into words. "I placed Taj in charge of the entire security thing and it's just not going as smoothly as I thought it would," "Meaning?" "Because a percentage of the guys are ex-convicts it's, making things more difficult," "Difficult in terms of?" "Trust, I have a few places like umm remember that guy we met at the gallery I took to on one of our dates?" I asked hoping to paint a mental image. "The one you said talks a lot?" she questioned making me smile.