Red Ryder Comic Books Novels & Stories

He wants to terrify me. The drapes are half torn from their rod, hanging crookedly over the spotlessly clean window. Both pillows have been slashed open, their stuffing bursting through the worn cases. The sheets are ruined with bright red paint. My suitcase has been sliced completely in half, my clothes thrown everywhere. Ryder draws a SIG SAUER from his shoulder holster, which is barely hidden beneath his dark blue windbreaker. “Stay out in the hall.” “Bullshit.” I reach into my purse, pull out my Glock, and follow him right into the dark room, ignoring his curse.

They rewound the footage again and watched Jewel carefully as she put on the silicone belly. ~~~~~~IRON FANG HQ~~~~~ “Won’t killing them start a war?” Ryan asked as he dropped his cigarette into the ashtray. Ryder took a slow drag, then exhaled calmly. “They tried to kill me first,” he said coldly. “It’s only logical that I respond. No one touches me and walks away.” Ryan nodded. “Whatever you decide to do, I’ve got your back,” he said, leaning into his chair. The room fell silent for a moment before Ryder stood up and headed toward the door.

Ryder explained, “It’s the reason why you tore those men apart and you don’t remember any of it. That’s what the rogue blood does, it strips you of your humanity, everything that makes you human, your memories, your past life, your kindness and it leaves you an empty husk and you go and kill mindlessly, and each time you lose a bit of yourself...” He ground his teeth as all the images of all the gruesome killings and torture he had done came to mind. “I tried to help you, I did everything to help you, it just wasn’t enough...” “You did everything you could,” Ghost assured him, “What was I like?” he asked after a while Ryder smiled, “You see how Jay is?” Ghost’s eyes widened in surprise. Ryde

The explosion had separated me from Xander and the rest of our forces. I was in a thick area of the woods, where the noises from the big fight were quiet because of the heavy tree cover overhead. It felt like there were hidden figures all around me, and I realized I was encircled by sneaky enemies, staying just beyond my view. “Well, well, well,” a voice spoke from the shadows, sounding eerily recognizable. Ryder Storm emerged from the shadows, his massive form seeming to absorb what little light filtered through the trees. His red eyes glowed with malevolent triumph.

He made himself comfortable on the fallen piece of moldy log. Ryder knew that this wasn’t why he came here, nonetheless he scanned for wet mud and stones. Nolan and Ryder had been good friends as young teenagers when their packs were close, but with time things just went awry. They had trained together a number of times in the forests even after their packs had grown apart. “So what is it with you, Ryder? Why are you constantly putting Lyle in near-death situations? If it weren’t for the history between the two of us, I would have taken you down because Arya is unhappy with your attitude.”

Ryder rushed towards me once he heard the bedroom door opening. He halted in his steps when I glanced at Jason instead. My chest ached when I noticed the pained look on Ryder’s face. “My mom is calling you.” I informed Jason to which he frowned before following me inside. I had to glance downwards to avoid Ryder’s gaze while closing the door behind Jason. My mom did not hesitate to ask Jason about Ryder’s connection to the underground world. “Ryder is part of an underground gang who helps the police department in catching underground criminals and mafia gang members specializing in selling drugs to teenagers and kidnapping girls.” Jason paused for a split second to look at me before glancing

He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified. The way he stands between me and them is a protective move, but surely he knows they would never hurt me. “We were only reading.” Ryder holds up his book, one with a particularly muscular, bearded man on the front. I bought that book because the cover reminded me of Phoenix. "Mine is definitely the best so far." Ranger holds up his. I instantly recognise it as one of the more explicit ones. It has bondage, doctor role pay, and lots of edging, which for some reason really appeals to me, even though it sounds like torture of the best kind.

Blood sprayed across the floor, slicking the wood. Dean shook free of the body, growling low. They’re testing our line. He’s forcing us to spread thin. “I know,” I snarled, my chest heaving. “But we hold. We break them here or we don’t get another chance.” A sound cut through the fight then… laughter. Cold, mocking. It rolled in like smoke, sending a chill straight down my spine. And there he was. Ryder. He stood in the open doorway, calm as ever, dressed in black from head to toe. His eyes glinted like poison as he surveyed the carnage, lips curling into a smirk.