Reyson Novels & Stories

We would remember Reynald, the brave and powerful alpha, and continue to honor his memory as we faced an uncertain future under the leadership of Paty Clement's son. The magician's suspicions gnawed at him like a relentless shadow in the night. He knew, deep within his mystical senses, that something was amiss. The attack on Aline's son, Reynald, had been too well-coordinated, too perfectly timed to be a mere act of aggression. His instincts, honed by years of sorcery and wisdom, led him down a dark path of realization.

This might have come out just now but she was going to take note of it anyways. They probably might have guessed she was Raven but what good would it do to them? That remains the question. "Who amongst you is Raven?" Alpha Rex asked throwing the cigarette butt on the floor and smashing it with his boot. "How bold of you! Do you think we would tell you just like that?" Kathryn gushed at the guy who was being proud for being an alpha. His beta walked over to his side and whispered something to his left ear. "Hmm Have you all perhaps sensed this all whole thing strange? Probably yes" Alpha Rex said

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

Once their breathing had slowed Annie gently kissed her mark. “Your mark has healed,” she said, admiring it. “Do you like yours?” he smiled. “I love it, but why a bee and sword?” asked Annie. “The bee is from my family’s coat of arms and the sword is a broadsword, one of the original weapons of a Reiver.” he explained, stroking his mark on her. She kissed him again as she climbed off him and grabbing a sponge and some soap, she gently washed him before he took the sponge and returned the favour. After spending time soaking in the bath, communicating through the mind link so Annie could practice, talking and drinking wine, they helped dry each other giggling like children, before climbing int

Curious, I stole a glance at the caller ID displayed on the screen, causing a fleeting pang of jealousy as I read the name: Reina . "Hey, Rei. How's it going?" he casually greeted her, as if lounging by a pool, savoring a glass of expensive wine, rather than embarking on a mission to apprehend a group of deranged kidnappers alongside me. "Uh, yeah. I'm currently in the vicinity of kirkland. We're—well, I am—en route to Kirkland at the moment."

I quickly ducked my head and tried to hide behind my screen, pretending to be extremely interested in my notes. It didn’t work. “Julian Kingsley?” Reese’s voice rang out, loud and full of fake surprise. He walked straight toward me with that familiar smug grin. “No way. I thought you were still rotting away in Jersey. What are you doing here?” I kept my eyes on my laptop and answered calmly, “Wrong person. Sorry.” Reese laughed and dropped into the seat right next to me, even though there were plenty of empty ones. “Come on, man. It’s me. Reese Harlan. We competed for top of the class for four years straight. You really think I wouldn’t recognise you?”

The typing bubble appeared instantly. Corren: Fine. Let’s do it. I'm NYX. Cassienne exhaled softly, then typed again. Cassienne: Going online now. I’m signing in as OBSIDIAN_13. Register that. Send. She switched chats, returning to Dreston’s message. His status dot was still green. Cassienne: Let’s do it. Logging in as OBSIDIAN_13. The reply came almost immediately. Dreston: Finally. I’m logging in with Ralph.

There is definitely something wrong with him. "Bed?" "Separately," I add, narrowing my eyes. Silence stretches between us. My heart is beating beyond anything healthy, as I try not to think about what my mate might commit to. Suddenly, Grayson raises his hand up. "I wear this." It's a ring. Similar to Jaspers, but lighter...Newer. It glints under the light menacingly. Just the sight of it has my hands quivering at my side. "It stops me from going crazy," Grayson tells me. He looks so sincere it's terrifying.

"Is there a problem here?" The man turned to him. “Is there a problem here? Is that a joke? This woman is from these do-gooders who want to put the proles under nature protection and shit! " Reese gave me a look that made me feel his condescension. I hadn't done anything wrong. "If I can correct you, she's an intern at the Guild of Venators." He pulled his ID out of his pocket to prove his words. “And that's why I would like to ask you to calm down. There is no danger, we have everything under control. We are currently looking for a sighted prole. Perhaps you've seen something that you can tell us so that we can find it faster? "