Novel & Cerita Rick Riordan Series

“I’ll make sure there’s nothing left of you to bury.” I saw Ryder from the corner of my eyes as the line went dead. My chest heaved as I stared at the black screen for a second. “Kai,” Ryder said, closer now. “What happened?” I grabbed my bag, rampaging through it for my motorcycle keys. “Riko has Aria and I am going to get her back.” ** Remember, Serena, Ryder, Elliot, Adrian, Logan, Mia and Tasha charcter profiles and pictures are up on my i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,am: authormiragreen, so check it out. More coming!

Toni and Xian both turned to him, horrified. “What?” Toni gasped. Xian began to cry as Toni pulled her into a tight embrace. Something was wrong — deeply wrong. The air was shifting. The water felt heavier. Then, as if in response to their fear, a single taunting wave slammed against the hull. Bob staggered. His breath came in sharp bursts. “Okay. Okay. Fuck!” Xian looked up at him, her face soaked in saltwater and tears. “Tony!” What none of them realized was that they were now drifting within the center of a massive tidal rip — a silent predator hidden beneath the sea. Bob knew Tony was a strong swimmer, but too much time had passed.

"Your son is an exceptional fighter. I got lucky." Ryan's lips quirked in what might have been the ghost of a smile. "Axel doesn't lose, Ms Riverwood. Not unless his opponent truly deserves the victory." His piercing green eyes, so like his son's—studied her with unnerving intensity. "You're unusual, aren't you? Music, combat...you seem to excel at whatever you set your mind to."

He smirked as he thought of his girlfriend blushing when he teases her, giving her the love she deserved and make her feel safe around him. "Your royal highness, the car is ready for your disposal." Warren, his butler, said out of nowhere. The man received the same training as a ninja warrior to protect the princes. His brother Caden, it's true that he got murdered by someone. It wasn't a suicide as the government said so, it was clearly a murder that Rhyker was going to discover. The brutal scene that he watched was when he saw his body flopped up from the ceiling, dark blood covered the white wall and nasty bruises on his fragile body. He executed the bodyguard that failed to protect him,

Esther lost the baby and spiraled into madness after the incident. As for Clarice, after my dad divorced her, she disappeared. She had sent him a text saying she would kill herself if he didn’t forgive her, but my dad didn’t take it seriously. He blocked her on everything, cutting all ties. In the end, A51 Mall became a national model of success, thriving year after year. And for me? My life was just beginning.

Tightening his grip on his sword, William turned towards his men as the sounds of shouts came from the tree line. "Retreat!" He yelled. Screams from the healers echoed throughout the field, as a few bloody cries rang in his ear. Turning around William was confronted with a Rogue wielding a sword. Swinging the sword above his head, the Rouge aimed down at the Prince with all his might. Before the blade could connect with the Prince and possibly inflict damage, William jumped out of the way just as the blade passed over him. Pulling his sword out of its sheath, he swung towards the Rogue as he tapped into Zor, causing the blade to slice open the Rogue's stomach.

"Yeah. That one." Cruz took the margarita from my hand and set it on a nearby table. Then he stood behind me and placed his hands on my waist, swaying his body to the music, too. Then he leaned down and kissed the tender skin of my neck just under my ear. "That's River's. He likes motorcycles." Then he turned his attention back to my neck again. "What about the Red Moon?" "The Blood Moon?" he corrected, kissing my neck again. "Uh huh." I was suddenly having a hard time remembering what I was talking about.

Elodie Jax Turner, lead guitarist of Dionysus Rising: the biggest rock band in the world, loved me. I had heard the words, seen his lips form them, but it still didn’t quite compute in my head. Not even the ring he slipped into my palm seemed real. Even when I could see it nestling there — a thick, hammered band of silver. I couldn’t help myself, I kept staring down at it. If I’d had a hand free, I would have pinched myself.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

I closed my eyes, picturing Isolde holding the vial I sent her — the same formula that helped Maeve O’Connell fade from this world without a trace. “Make me proud, mija,” I murmured into the quiet. Because once Ciara O’Connell is gone… once Matteo Ricci is bound to my daughter… once Cormac destabilizes the Irish from within… Both families will fall. And Hector Marquez will rise