Rayleigh Novels & Stories

Vaelith, seated to Luna’s left, eyed the others with mild disdain, swirling a goblet of crimson wine. "You have three days," Vaelith said, her voice velvet. "Before the first wave breaches the southern ridge. And those are not mindless rogues. They're Spectral Wolves. Soulless. Vicious. Controlled." Kael’s eyes narrowed. "You said you’d hold your kind back." Vaelith smirked. "I did. But a greater power rises. One I cannot touch." Luna looked to the map, eyes drawn to a black mark etched in the southern territory. The Void Scar — a cursed land said to be the gate to realms lost to time.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

All the different buildings, the colour, I couldn’t see individual people but I could see movement and signs of life in the streets. But beyond that was something I never thought I would see in my entire life. The ocean. I had forgotten that the Royal city was costal and although it looks like the city spills out endlessly left and right it ends just short of a strip of white and then the beautiful crystalline blue waters of the Valeric ocean. I spin back around to see my brothers. I realise I must look like a small child right now, my eyes are wide with amazement and both hands are over my mouth in surprise.