Riley Biers Eclipse Novels & Stories

ADRIAN – VALERIUS’S THRONE ROOM I’m chained to the throne again, collar burning, Valerius pacing. “You’re quiet tonight, brother,” he says. I don’t answer. He leans close. “I felt her today. Your little hybrid. She’s getting stronger.” I snarl. Valerius laughs. “Good. Stronger means sweeter when I break her.” I lunge, chains snap taut. He pats my cheek. “Patience. The eclipse is coming. You’ll bring her to me yourself.” I spit blood in his face. He wipes it away, smiling. “I love when you fight. Makes the surrender taste better.”

“I’d like that. More than you know.” Riley drove home that night with the windows down, the autumn air cool against her skin. The city lights faded behind her, replaced by the dark shapes of hills and the occasional glow of a distant farmhouse. Her phone buzzed twice—messages from Bella, checking in, and one from Elena: He asked about you. The real you. Not the director of Green City. I think you made an impression. She smiled, typing back: He’s coming to visit. Next week. To see the Grove.

Both females nodded their heads. "Yes, but the photos are always too far away, so we can’t see your face clearly," Ellia answered, and she couldn’t stop her tears anymore as her shoulders shook from her sobs. "I’m sorry, I’m just so happy…" She didn’t finish her words as Riley took one step forward and raised his arms, sweeping his sisters' bodies into his as he held them in a tight embrace. His lips touched the crowns of their heads as he placed kisses on them.

I grab Kaziel's face, forcing his gaze towards mine. "Stay with me," I plead. "You can’t let it take you now." His fingers twitch weakly. And right in that instant, the sky outside darkens unnaturally fast. My eyes go wide as realization hits me. The eclipse. Kira gasps. "It's happening now! Dani, we have to begin the ritual!”

Riley saw very little of Brenda for the next day and she was grateful to the moon goddess for keeping her away. But that luck ran out on the day before the feast, Riley was excited about the feast. Although she wouldn’t be going with Lucas, she would still be close to him one way or the other.

She cried out with tears streaming down her face profusely. Ezra snapped out of his daze and hurriedly ascended the stairs, with Riley following behind them. Not willing to lose such an exciting scene, all the guests followed them immediately, while several of them had begun to broadcast such scenes. Upon seeing this, Riley's expression turned as pale as a sheet. She immediately turned to the people and spread her hand to prevent the people from going. “No. Don't go.” Alas, the enthusiastic crowd blatantly ignored Riley and walked past her to Aster's room.

I looked at her silhouette against the half-healed sky and thought, How do you win back someone who doesn’t remember loving you? Answer: You don’t. You fight beside her until she remembers she doesn’t have to fight alone. Above us, Selene’s light flared one last time—silver triumph cutting through gold. Then silence. The gods were gone. For now. Lira approached quietly. “Majesty… what happens next?” I didn’t look away from Riley. “We go home.” “And her?” “She decides where home is.” --- Riley The next morning, I stood on the ridge overlooking the ruined plains.

Haley “Alright Haley. You are free to go.” “Thank you Dr. Sully!” “Haley let’s go to that festival that the wolves are throwing,” says Ray excitedly. “What festival?” “The Lunar Eclipse Festival. There is going to be a lunar eclipse tonight,” says Nick. “Sounds like fun. Where are Aiden and Harrison?” “I’m not sure but please don’t make us wait for them. We will be surrounded by the whole pack,” begs Ray. I can’t help but laugh and agree.

her partner, an older gentleman in a perfectly tailored suit, says with an equally white grin, “if you were planning on traveling to the city, think again. You’ll be hard pressed to find a hotel at this point.” His companion laughs. I frown, my lower lip pressed to my mug, as live footage of Moonrise plays across the screen. People are already gathering in the main square in anticipation for this weekend's events–the main events of the festival. I listen as one of the anchors, obviously from Crescent Falls, goes on and on in an attempt to explain the Sacred Rite. Neither of them know the significance. Hell, up until three weeks ago I didn’t understand. Now, all I can think about is whether M