Rory In The Bible Lyrics Novels & Stories

Rory was kneeling in front of him, hands up like he was approaching a cornered animal. “It’s the house,” Rory said calmly. “You’re at my house. It’s Ruth’s ugly curtains. It’s my uneven floors. It’s fine.” Asher’s breathing slowed by inches, not miles. His gaze came back into focus bit by bit. “Rory?” he rasped. “Yeah,” Rory said. “It’s me, man.” Asher dragged a hand over his face. “I… I thought…” “I know what you thought,” Rory said gently. “But that was then. This is now.”

Symbols burn bright, knitting reality back together before it can unravel completely. I’m sobbing now, breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. Ethan’s hands are everywhere—my shoulders, my face, grounding me, anchoring me. “Rory,” he says desperately. “Look at me. Stay with me.” I force my eyes open. The Reverent looms closer than ever, the void at its center pulsing with restrained power. The Crown is injured, it observes. “Yes,” I choke. “Because it never learned how to bend.”

I queried. Rory shook her head quickly. “I… I… I just took it.” I tightened my grip. “Answer me and don't even think about lying to me!” Rory’s lips trembled. “I seduced him… and I used something… I had to—” My eyes darkened as I interrupted her, “So… you're now a willing slut to others too? Look at that, Draven, our little slut has grown wings she deserves to be punished and her wings clipped!”1

“Hand over the antidote.” Rory grinned sarcastically. “Why don’t you try begging me?”

I know he's technically her uncle but you can see the bond between them, it's undeniable that he is as much her dad as Alpha Nico. "I don't know" I say honestly "One minute she was chanting about Carn and the next she just.. dropped" I croak towards the end. Rory was strong, even without shifting yet, she was easily one of our top warriors. Seeing her down twice in a matter of months, something was definitely wrong. "Chanting?!" Mac eyes me closely. "As in repetitive, witch craft, possessed type chanting?!" He questions, unable to hide the fear in his voice.

"No matter how far you run, you can never escape what you are, Rory!" I stumbled upon a stone or something, and I suddenly felt a dark cloud covering my entire existence. Suddenly, from somewhere in the woods, I heard my name being called out. “Rory…” The shadows beckoned for me to come, and I was torn apart between going or not, as I didn't know if it was Kaiden, or a familiar spirit. “Rory…” The voice called out again. As I turned to know where the voice was coming from, I met the worst...

Her brother, as well as her mother, would be content if they could dwell in a place like this. "Could you please have a seat?" Rory followed the advice of an older man. She had scoured the area with her eyes and couldn't see anything that matched Eren Cyrus' description. She sat up straight after exhaling. She was relieved that she wouldn't have to worry about answering questions. "Now go ahead and act stupid." She thought to herself as she glanced straight at the man who asked for her name while staring at his computer. "Rory Anne Spears," She gave a response.

“Make daddy person back.” Gray squinted her eyes. “What?” “Make daddy person back!” repeated Rory. “Yes, I heard you just fine. I don’t understand what you’re trying to say, kid.” Rory fumbled with her fingers again as she looked down. “Uhmmm…” Then she looked back at Gray. “Mommy said Rory no see daddy anymore,” she continued. “Mommy said daddy is here now.” Lifting her little hand, she pointed at her chest. “Forever.”

“Yes.” “What’s your name?” Theo asked again, voice neutral. “You must’ve forgotten it,” Rory said with a soft giggle. “Back when I saved you, you didn’t ask for my name.” Theo’s expression didn’t change, but inside, something itched. The girl who saved him didn’t flirt. She hadn’t even spoken a word. “I asked you your name,” he repeated—flat, cold. “Rory. Rory Brown. The eldest.” Her voice was soft now, rehearsed.

Alipato let out a breath, flicked his finger, and the vision on the blue flame changed. Rory stood with Paul inside a room illuminated by timid light. Her eyes were wide with fear. Paul held her arm as she tried and yanked away from his hold. Her anxiety coursed through my veins as tears scalded down her cheek. “When is this?” I asked, worried as my chest grew tight. This pain wasn’t mine. It belongs to Rory, but God. It’s damn distressing, as if her body was burning itself from the inside. “Now,” Alipato murmured as the vision shifted into what she was seeing.