Rinnegan Novels & Stories

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

Cold wind rushed out, smelling of ashes and dust. Nicklaus turned to Renna, his eyes stormy. “Stay behind me. We end this tonight.” Renna nodded weakly, lifting her staff. Despite her exhaustion, a faint light flickered around her, the last reserve of her power. As they stepped through the gate, the mountain swallowed them whole.

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

Megan walked as close to the bars as she could without touching. Rick groaned and rolled over and we all watched the rune on his next burn bright. The skin around his neck bubbled, and blood poured from his lips. Then, like a switch, the light was gone, and Rock was left panting in a pool of his own blood. “The rune, it was burning though the rest of the excess power. When I stop using it, it purges the rest of the magic from my system, so I can’t use it against Vince. Like a safety net.”

“They’re still trying to figure out how to get past his control.” Arkyn is silent for a moment, his eyes locked on Zane, assessing him. Then he nods. “Alright. We’ll need to figure out how to counter this spell. Legion, reach out to your grandmother. See if she knows anything about reversing this kind of magic.” Legion nods, though his gaze is still locked on Zane, like he’s waiting for an excuse to tear him apart. Zane shifts nervously, his eyes flicking toward the door, as if he’s waiting for someone to come in and stop him from talking.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

‘Can you decide what you want at least? Straightening my spine, I brace myself for the alpha-breed idiot to break our bond, the emotions of hatred and sadness making it hard to hold my head up high. Is he really sad? Or am I interpreting something wrong? “I’m not going to reject you.” Fynn mumbles, forcing up a smile that I will wipe from his face straight away. “Fine, then.” I clear my throat. “I, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Finnegan Blackwood-“

"Can people in this world stop dropping people like bags of cheap potatoes? No one answered. Every head turned toward the entrance of the great hall. A tall man with crimson-red hair strode inside. His footsteps echoed against the polished stone floor. Unlike everyone else, he didn't bow or ask permission to enter. He walked as though the hall belonged to him. If Riven was terrifying... This one looked worse. Sharp crimson eyes swept across the room before stopping on me. For a brief second, I forgot how to breathe. Unlike Riven's cold anger, Nerien's presence was quiet. Quiet enough to make people stop breathing. He didn't need to shout. He didn't even need to frown. One look from him made

The communicator clattered to the stone ground, its screen shattering on impact. The Silver Moon Wolf Sigil. It was my personal crest, a one-of-a-kind design from my father for my eighteenth birthday. Ronan stared at the shattered device on the ground, his eyes instantly turning red. After a long moment, as if his soul had returned to his body, he bent down to pick it up. But Sienna, standing beside him, let out a scoff. "Enforcer, how hard is it for a Rogue Alpha who specializes in illusions to fake a magical sigil?"

Outgoing and flirtatious, he handled the pack's alliances, his silver tongue diffusing tensions that fists couldn't. Riven, the youngest at twenty-one, was a force of raw energy, his frame massive and bulky, like a linebacker forged in the wild... thick thighs, barrel chest, and arms that could crush bone. His features were rugged, a square jaw shadowed with stubble, deep-set green eyes that burned with protective fervor, and wild dark curls that fell to his shoulders. Fiercely loyal and hot-tempered, he was the enforcer, guarding the pack's borders with unyielding vigilance.