Rinnegan Novels & Stories

He is very mesmerizing to look at, though. My mind is spinning with questions, yet somehow, I find my voice. “Are you Alpha Jackal?” The man gives me an imperious look. “No, I’m his bodyguard and Beta. My name is Rin, but you’re not supposed to call me by my name.” With this new piece of information, I crane my neck and drink in his appearance again. His expression is neutral, his face bored. He looks like a man that never smiles, and for some reason, that makes me sad. He would be pretty if he didn’t look so tired of life.

make that infernal racket stop. I felt his leg shift beneath me, but the claw I held didn't move. A talon from his opposite appendage pushed, rolling me sideways, but I held tight. He lowered his head and one red eye gazed directly into mine. "Stupid human female named Acasia. Beg for your life." The gruff voice sounded in my head. My stomach rolled again, but I managed to speak. "Why should I beg when I can no longer take the smell? Dying would be a blessing." A low groan left my mouth.

I unclasped my hands and tried to wrap my hands around my shoulder, but I suddenly stopped, a voice flashing in my head. “I, Alpha Dominic, reject you as my mate,” Dominic's face snapped me into a mid trance, pulling me into a deep, dark tunnel. I suddenly pulled away, breathing hard as he stepped back and stared down at me.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

he said and fell down on the couch. “Yeah, make yourself right at home,” I said to him and he laughed. “So officially then, I, Regen Jennings, hereby pledge my allegiance to Jericho, Alpha of the Cloverdale pack,” he said and looked at me. “Your dad’s going to kill you,” I said to him. “Just accept my allegiance and get it over with,” Regen said, looking way too comfortable for someone that had probably sneaked away from home. “I accept your allegiance, Regen Jennings. Welcome to my pack,” I said and felt him join our connection. I felt the bond snap into place and I felt his added power as it merged with my own.

A few of them wore crude strips of cloth tied around their arms, smeared with a symbol Rin recognized even half‑finished: an almost‑circle, hooks pointing inward. Her stomach lurched. “Nightfang, left!” Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Blackmoon, right! Keep the center clear!” Rin hit the ground hard, rolled behind a tree, and came up with her knife already in her hand. A man with a jagged scar down his forehead lunged at her, swinging a short sword. She ducked under his arm, let his momentum carry him past, and kicked the back of his knee. He dropped with a pained shout; she slammed the hilt of her knife into the base of his skull. He crumpled.

I tapped the screen, and the words appeared, stark and unyielding. Val Rhen. Dominion: Solas. Rank: 20.

Zane’s gaze burned like the candles. “Then I will break her.” He turned sharply and strode out of the tent, boots sinking into the snow as his army parted for him like waves. Drums thundered across the valley. The ground trembled beneath marching feet. Renna appeared atop a ridge, holding a crimson stone that pulsed like a sick heart. Runes snaked across her arms in dark ink, alive and writhing. She lifted the stone high. A shockwave of red light burst through the valley, making soldiers gasp as it seared across their skin.

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.

Maya and his teammates are running light drills to warm up for a practice match. The captain of the Shounen team, Hatake Rin, is calling out drills with clipped authority. He’s an elite Prime Omega, tall and lean, and probably the best three-point shooter in their league. No one argues with him. Rin’s the kind of guy who doesn’t raise his voice unless he absolutely needs to, but when he does, it echoes.