Rayllum Novels & Stories

Me/ /Do not worry. Benny is with us. He is not happy about being here with all us women, but he is being a good sport about it. Me/ /I do not like you women wondering around town right now. Benny will get over it. Do not be too long. It looks like a storm might be on its way here. Ruari/ /Okay, I will let the others know. I think Benny may already have noticed the dark clouds or someone else is linking him. This is so fucking weird. Me/

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

A large window at one end of the room bathed everything in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, while ornate chandeliers hung overhead. Mara, Alpha Jake, Troy, Jay, Elizabeth, Jasmine and Elvie sat around the polished wooden table. Their expressions were a mixture of confusion and concern. Mara, the future Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, was known for her strong and confident demeanor. Still, on this occasion, her brow furrowed as she gazed at Elvie, who appeared distant and vacant.

He looked like a Zeta and I could see that he took training seriously. “I’m Zara and I too heard your call,” the woman next to him said. Zara was petite and short and her wolf smell was very weak but her eyes shone with determination and I knew she and Liam belonged to each other. I could smell them on each other. She had golden brown hair and almost amber colored eyes.

FLASHBACK "That's it!" Aramid glared as her eyes met the blue base that had just been knocked down." what did I tell you about running around the house?" She scolded as she pulled on her meanest face "But momma!" Aracely whined. She didn't mean to run around like that, She was just a bit hyper. Aramide glared at her daughter for a bit before she wiped the look off her face and said "you'll be the end of me" she muttered.

It was a book that has a device installed in it for it to record and play out certain events instead of writing it. “This is…”, Lyv stared fascinatingly at the hologram before us. An event playing out. The video played like it was someone’s point of view – looking at the events that played out at that point of time to whenever this was. There was a man with buzz-cut hair in his full armor. Along his side were three other people, including the viewer, who looked serious and determined in their armor. Then there was my dad. I stepped in closer to look at my father. He was pointing at some blueprints on what seemed to be a laboratory. Then the next image came into play, they were fighting with

The sun was shining making the day warm. Kyle stood tall with his gaze fixed on his pack below him. His bright blue eyes shined with promise. As an Alpha he was trained in many different ways to ensure his pack growth and the art of obtaining information throughout many different battles against wild rouges.

The rooftops and streets below lay sprawled out like a patchwork quilt, illuminated by the golden glow of the sun. As Aqua took in the breathtaking view, Damon couldn't help but feel a swell of satisfaction. Her reaction mirrored what he had hoped for—an escape from the chaos of everyday life, if only for a moment. Her words, soft yet filled with genuine appreciation, resonated deeply with him, igniting a spark of warmth within his chest.

"Alpha Arlo Desperate to Find His Missing Mate!" Photographs of Lune, radiant and smiling, accompanied each article. The images showcased her beauty, but they also highlighted the stark reality of her absence. Readers scrolled through pictures of her attending classes, laughing with friends, and moments shared with Arlo—each snapshot a reminder of the life she once led. The juxtaposition of her vibrant spirit against the backdrop of her mysterious disappearance fueled public fascination and concern.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.