Rory And Tristan Novels & Stories

*** After pulling Cleo out of Damian's grip, Rory didn't take her back to Monarca's chaos. He took her somewhere else. A private estate, buried deep in the south of Fransia. The place sat in quiet Provena, miles from everything. Lavender fields stretched forever, the air clean—green and sun-warmed. No scheming like Northvale. No shadow of Damian's obsession. No Monarca excess. Just stillness. The kind that scrubs you clean. And Rory? He dropped the playboy act. Gone. He turned patient. Careful.

His men trooped out from their hideouts into the woods heading to the border. Tristan and his men were also ready to battle, as they heard the rogues approaching, they picked up their swords and knives and stood there ready to spill blood. They got there and after getting the go-ahead signal from the leaders, Tristan and Orion, they began to go at each with the might. While some of them remained in their wolf forms, some stayed in their human form from launching into each other with extreme brutality and viciousness as screams of pain and anger erupted. They were both oblivious to each other’s plan, Tristan wanted to capture one of the men and Orion wanted to capture him. The men as they fou

Rune had told me how painful it was, how they were forced to endure it during coronation—but I had never witnessed it. Raid collapsed onto all fours. His bones split and reformed as he screamed in agony. His eyes darkened as he shot me a feral look. Terrified, I slammed the elevator button. When we reached the last floor, Triscade was already waiting just as we planned. “Hey!” He rushed forward to help, taking Rory from my arms as her blood streaked the floor. “What happened?” “She blew her legs off with a silver bomb.” “What?” He helped load her into the car.

Then, just a teenager, Rory ordered the attackers' legs broken, personally breaking the limbs of his rival. This incident showcased his ruthlessness, shocking many, including his father, who, though taken aback, saw it as a sign of strength—like father, like son. Since then, Rory began living a carefree life in Phoenix City, maintaining his image by never getting his hands dirty. Three years ago, he left Fawkes City to study abroad, and everyone seemed to forget about him until now, with his sudden proposal drawing everyone's curiosity about the woman he intended to marry. Hearing Rory's name and seeing him, Shuri halted in her tracks. The first girl Rory ever fell for was Shuri. After cripp

There wasn’t even a hint of deceit in his words. Holy shit, I was not expecting that answer, nor was he by the look on his face. “What’s going on? They’re acting weird,” I heard Matty ask Rory in a hushed voice. “They’re finally telling each other the truth,” Rory replied with a shoulder shrug. Now I knew he had done something, but what? “Rory… what the fuck did you do? Did you drug us?” Rider growled. “Hey, I would never drug anyone. You still have full control over your body and mind,” Rory replied, pretending to be offended.

“Make things clear to me, Rory. What the hell is going on between you and Adrian these days? You two look seconds away from pulling each other's clothes off. And I'm lost, because what is going on for real? Are we letting him in already?” Seconds from pulling each other's clothes off… what the hell does she mean? I nearly choked on my pasta. “Trish!” “No, don't ‘Trish’ me, please. I need answers. Because I swear, one minute you're staring unblinkingly at him like you want to set him on fire, and the next, you're looking at him like he's the damn oxygen keeping you alive. I'm honestly confused, because what is going on between you two? Spill.” She pointed her fork at me, eyes glinting sharply

Tristan proclaimed. “Oh really? Anyone I know?” I teased. “Yep. I’m gonna grow up and be Blaire or Royce’s mate.” Tristan proclaimed. “Blaire Delaney or Royce Bryant, huh?” I chuckled, glancing at Alex, who shrugged. “Yep.” Tristan proclaimed. “Well, I wish you luck. Rosie and Farah might fight you for Royce, though.” I laughed. “They could, but if he’s mine, he’s mine.” Tristan shrugged.

I showed Jace. He nodded. “Come on.” We walked, still quickly, still with dignity, toward Pine and 4th. Rory was waiting by a car with the kind of casual stance that screamed I am not casual. He was wearing his disguise glasses again, like they were a personality trait. Micah stood beside him, hands in his hoodie pockets, scanning the street like a security camera with feelings. Rory’s face lit up when he saw us. “THE LOVERS RETURN.” Jace’s ears turned pink immediately. “Rory.”

Trist added gently and understandingly. Clement was silent for a moment at what Trist said when he spoke. "Aren't you afraid you might be the next of the three?" Apparently hesitant Clement said. It refers to Chris, Simon and Samuel. Trist laughed slightly at Clement's question. "Why would I? And if there's a reason to die, that's what I'm grateful for." Trist said without remorse. Clement only nodded in response to Trist's meaningful words. AFTER the work of Ynaria, Helen, Dylan, Wendy, Ryan and Paul. They all went to their locker room at once where the boys and girls were separated. When they finished, they went out at the same time, they all seemed to be silent, especially Ynaria.