Rider Lullaby Novels & Stories

Humming. The tune is cracked, the rhythm broken. But I know what it is. Lira does, too. It’s the same song the Pit’s whelps used to murmur when they thought no one was listening. A lullaby with no words. Just the kind of tune meant to hush something in the dark. Lira’s shoulders go stiff. Mine do, too. My hand tightens on the blade at my hip. I don’t draw it. We don’t stop.

He answered kissing the top of my head. “I felt at peace.” I moaned. “What was that you were humming?” I asked him rubbing my hands on his chest. “A lullaby that my mother use to sing to me.” he said “And I hope one day we can sing it to our children.” he added. “I would love that, whats it called?” I asked him looking up at him. “Kolybel’naya. Lullaby.” He answered. He started rubbing my back and humming the soft melody again. I closed my eyes and sleep took over once again.

Hjolt replied: "Oh, aurora, auroras, evening auroras Oh, lullaby... the evening light Evening auroras, sun entering Oh, lullaby... sunshine coming in High sun was rising, far away shining Oh, lullaby... far away shining To the forest and the field, to the blue sea Oh, lullaby... to the blue sea There was a slat above the blue sea Oh, lullaby... above the blue sea Oak tree or pine footbridge Oh, lullaby... pine footbridge Nobody was walking on this footbridge Oh, lullaby... on this footbridge Nobody was walking, nobody was driving Oh, lullaby... nobody was driving Darioniuszka passed, Wasilewicz passed Oh, lullaby... Wasilewicz passed He brought a young lady behind him Oh, lullaby... young l

“Silverleaf sap. Not enough to cure. Enough to confuse your instincts and slow your reversal.” Melody’s face goes hard. She already knows what that means: he designed it to resist the usual antidotes. Nate’s gaze flicks briefly to Melody, 'got him', then back to Rowan. “And the trigger?” Nate asks. “The crash. The fast drop.” Rowan’s smile sharpens. “Ah.” He leans forward as far as the chain allows. “That part is elegant. A small additional sedative, moonmilk, diluted stacked just right so the lungs forget they’re supposed to work.”

“Still playing loyal and heartbroken, chosen mate to the Riders pack ? How tiring that must be.” Lilith’s jaw tightened. “I don’t play. I just wait for the right moment to act.” Eris circled her, smirking. “I hear whispers, Lilith. Whispers that the Riders begin to doubt their precious Luna. That Lyandra gathers strength and even the guardians themselves fracture in their devotion.” She leaned closer, her breath hot against Lilith’s ear. “All it takes is one push and Raven falls.” Lilith turned, locking eyes with her sister. “Then help me push.”

You said you wouldn't wait You said you wouldn't cry It's a very late night Oh, it's a very long goodbye Can we stay like this for a little longer Yes, even though this is a dream that will be forgotten Close your eyes I will put you to your last sleep My lullaby Baby sweet goodnight There won't be any scary dream Your long, never-ending days Please just let them go now Should I just hug you silently? The dream is almost ending already But I will let go of my heart And sing you the last song My lullaby Baby sweet good night There won't be any scary dream Your endless long sorrows Please just let them go now...

The old man smiled like a cat who’d already swallowed the canary and was licking cream from his whiskers “Name’s Caedrin wizard wanderer collector of rare and broken things” His gaze slid past her sharp as broken glass to the second rider thundering up the road through curtains of rain Kaelin soaked to the bone hood ripped back by the wind silver hair plastered to her skull Across her saddlebow lay Lyra—still unconscious head lolling blue-silver veins crawling up her throat like living frost. They glowed faintly beneath skin gone nearly translucent lips almost black. Each shallow breath looked borrowed like the next one might be refused

Rider said as if that was the only part he heard from my last statement. “Rider, focus!” I barked and added, “You need to reel in your aura, close your eyes and try to rein it in.” His grin dropped when my words registered, and he did as I said. A few seconds later, my parents both exhaled in relief when he got control of his aura. “Shit, sorry, guys. I wondered why everyone kept dropping to their knees when I passed them in the hallway.” Rider shook his head. “It’s all good,” my father wheezed.

Tears prick The corners of my eyes again. “Trust me, Leni, that baby girl will know exactly what she means to us. Always.” His tone is gentle and soothing. “Get some sleep. We’ll be waiting for you.” “Thank you, Babe.” “You’re welcome, Sugar.” Milo gets up and closes the curtains to darken the room, then quietly closes the door behind him. I roll on my back and listen to him and his parents shush Codi. He sounds like he’s pacing the floor and trying to sing her a lullaby. He is terrible at it, forgetting words and cursing, resulting in his mom quietly scolding him. He switches to humming instead. While I try to match metal songs I know to lullaby tunes, Milo doesn’t know how yet. His deep hu

It was even playing Bandari like before. He remembered this cab well as he fell asleep in it last time although he had insomnia. He even asked his secretary to look for the song called Snowdream when he got home. However, his insomnia remained although he played the song for the whole night. He sat on the car arrogantly with his long legs folded naturally. “Daddy, you’re handsome.” He fitted her imaginative father figure perfectly. “...” The corners of Henry Moore’s eyes twitched. What did he just hear?