Ryan Infinity Train Novels & Stories

“Let’s get off after the Ferris wheel completes one rotation,” Freya said helplessly. “Don’t be scared. I’ll come and sit with you.” Ryan headed toward her. With that, the Ferris wheel shook twice. Freya yelled and wrapped her hands around his arm. She was so nervous that she did not dare look outside. Ryan extended his hand to hold her shoulders. With a gentle voice, he said into her ear, “Look at the night view…”

The ground trembled gently beneath their feet as the train hissed to a halt, powered by magi-engine fusion cores—technology exclusive to Aeternum. “By the sky gods…” whispered King Brogath of Halberd, eyes widening. The train’s compartments were vast: passenger lounges, cargo holds, even a mobile greenhouse car for delicate produce. Digital panels displayed routes and stops—cities within Aeternum, but also names that echoed across the continent: Angela Central, Zaredon Southport, Hallerus Grand Hall Terminal. “You connect to international cities?” Queen Inariel of Lirya asked, stunned. Director Kwak smiled. “Not merely connect. We move people, goods, knowledge—daily. Our borders do not end w

I ask. Ryan looked at me and sighed. “I will probably leave the pack in the following days.” I'm a little surprised. “How long will it take?” "1 month." Ryan sat down next to me. “Training the elite army.” A month is a long time without him by my side, but I don't want to make him worry, I said with a smile. "Don't worry; it's only a month; close your eyes, and it will come soon." Ryan was silent for a long time and then lay down on the bed, his hand over his forehead. “My concern is that you have to be here alone. Evelyn, Roger, or Max are all on duty there, so no one will protect you.”

And somewhere downstairs… Ryan sat inside the car calmly checking the time with a satisfied smile. . . . To be continued…🤍 Poor Zane 😂

Besides I never do anything right,' she murmured the last part looking down at her hands. Ryan hesitated. Rita laughed as they reached the top of the high building. Aiden nodded, pleased. Ryan went cautiously to the edge and looked over. He almost launched forward but a hand pulled him back. It was Aiden. Aiden frowned. 'Careful Ryan.' He turned to Rita. 'Are you sure it was a good idea for you guys to bring your younger siblings along on this training? CIN Rodrick will kill us if he found out.'

Ryan chuckled as he put a hand on her shoulder. “Now that bus takes hours to get back. Come I drive to a farm buy the café. I’ll give you a lift there at least.” Ryan smiled pointing over to his old beat up gold 1982 Ford Durango. It had the face of a car but after the front seats it looked like the back of a truck. “She’s an old girl but man she knows when to go.” “She?” Rosalie asked confused. “Yeah that’s Betty. Mama use to watch golden girls so when I saw here all I could think of was betty white and named her betty.” Ryan spoke a little embarrassed.

Rayne smiled at her. "You can call me Eve or Lyn, whatever you like," Evelyn told her as we all made our way to the plane. "I love private jets!" And that voice belonged to nobody else but Olivia. "Hey! Include me in your conversation! Don't leave me with all these men," Olivia whined as she walked over to Rayne and Evelyn, making them laugh. "Weren't you the one who insisted on riding with Roland?" Rayne smirked at her, causing Olivia to smack her arm playfully. Did Olivia like Roland? Who was I kidding? Both of them liked the other and I was just being in denial.

She patted it once, twice, confirming its presence through the fabric. A sigh escaped her lips, long and shaky, as relief washed over her tense frame. "This little thing... it's going to fix everything," she mumbled to herself under her breath, her voice barely audible over the distant rumble of an approaching train. "Bills paid, Max out of that bed, us together—no more scraping by. Just have to get it to Anastasia today." Ryan gripped the steering wheel of his sleek black sedan, idling at a red light in the shadow of towering city buildings. His jaw tightened as he pulled out his phone, thumbing through contacts until Logan's name appeared—he'd assigned the private investigator to shadow Da

Box trucks, mostly, running supplies to the network of rural islands off the western coast of Crescent Falls. Ryan gets out of the truck with a groan. I follow him upstairs to the deck where we drink coffee and watch the fog roll out to sea. It’s still morning, close to 10:00 AM, but the sun has barely risen over the watery horizon when the ferry makes its first stop. Ryan crosses his arms as he looks over the railing, watching the trucks disembark. “This is about Sasha, isn’t it?” I nod. I’m thankful Ryan rarely asks questions about my motives for anything. He’s always along for the ride.

I turned to the man, he was just smiling as he stood there and he later sat back down in other to enjoy the show. Ryan continued running with me and I was getting tired, "I'm tired, Ryan. Stop!" He stopped immediately and when I was gasping for breath, he scooped me in his arms and began to run again and I wondered why he was running. It was when we got to the train station that I knew why. He wanted to catch up with the last train for that morning and we were late because the last passenger for the day was entering already. "Hey!" Ryan called out and I was just staring at him. He was gasping for breath and the sweat on his face was doing a lot of things in making him look more handsome.