Ray Palmer Novels & Stories

“And you, why did you come here instead of protecting your king?” “My duty remains here. It is to protect you, princess, the last of the royal family.” Falstad bowed his head, hiding his expression under this act. “I’ve seen how easily lord Dillan fell under that man’s spells, it was as easy as cutting butter. He had no chance to even respond, not even a second to utter a word.” “Lord Dillan the kingdom’s champion?” Falstad nodded. “So my princess, I assumed for the worst. And do you hear those shouts? They aren’t cheers, but the wails of men being culled at the moment.”

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

He packed them up, and made his way towards the refrigerator aisles hoping to find water. On his way there he heard something, he froze and Listened. Then he was sure. It was heavy breathing. The Pales were frightening, the biggest stood eight feet tall and were a formidable entity. They had claws to tear their prey apart like a lioness tearing into a meal. A Pale’s arms hung very long and their legs were lengthy as well.

“What else can I help you with, Alpha?” “I want to see the CCTV of the entire building. But only if you don’t mind.” Clearing her throat inwardly, “I fear this will be possible, Alpha.” Nodding my head, “I wasn't expecting an easy ‘yes’ from you. There are rules involved and both of us will have to break these rules.” “I’m sorry, Alpha. But I don't understand a thing.” Resting my elbow on her stone stand, “Piper is dead.” “Gasp!”

”What is Reynolds ranting about? She shrugged like she knew nothing about it. “What is all this, Reynolds? You have done absolutely nothing to me so why are you being sorry all of a sudden?” “.....I should be thanking you and Maya for helping me out…for helping Luke get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible!” I said. “I am not one to thank Thora ... .the truth is, I have known about Charles Palmer and his dealings even before Maya did…” he suddenly let out. “Hold on, what?”

When I look at Cal it makes sense for him to be one of the typically strong Wolves hired by Alphas to hunt down specific individuals. Did Grayson send him? "How much I am paid is none of your business. Now you can either hand the girl over, or I shoot you in the heart," Cal says. Obviously Reilly feels the weight of the threat. Cal has displayed his skill with an arrow beforehand, and with no way to protect himself, Reilly has nothing to do but obey the hired Huntsman. "And piss him off?" There is is again. Him. Who is this man no one is telling me about?

Rayne's eyes were focused on the screens that displayed the footage of the cameras. I did not notice that about her before, but the girl was very observant and she paid attention to every single detail her eyes fell on. "Roland... look here, there's a shadow. It seems like somebody is pacing back and forth," Rayne told Roland. He zoomed in, giving us a clearer view of what Rayne had pointed at. The camera she pointed at viewed the backdoor of the kitchen.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

, I chuckled nervously. Please open up and swallow me now, I begged the earth. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Carmichael?" Mr. Drebeille finally spoke. I shook my head rapidly in response, "Did I tell you, you have such lovely skin today Mr. Drebeille" "New soap?" "Yes", the burly man indulged me as he leaned back into his chair, the old stud creaking in the process. "It's called the soap of retaining my job".