Ryan Redemption Novels & Stories

“WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BAGS?!” James grinned. “There it is. Emotional peak.” Karline almost smiled. Almost. Reid glanced at her. “I’m not asking for forgiveness.” “What are you asking for?” “A chance to do better.” She stayed silent for a long moment, weighing the words. Reid exhaled, tension easing from his shoulders. “A chance karline and that’s enough for me.” James leaned back dramatically. “Ladies and gentlemen, the redemption arc has officially begun.” Karline shot him a warning look. “

“I should have stopped her from the beginning.” “Stopped her from what? Being who she is? She’s a warrior, Ryan. The best. Ryatt….” She licks her lips and levels me with a look. “Ryatt and Evander have been in talks, according to Sydney, about sending their Ghost army to the Deadlands to train with Aviva. She saved hundreds, if not thousands, of innocent lives during that battle. She’s tough as nails, okay? She’s going to pull through. You have nothing to feel guilty for–”

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

"This ring won't last me more than a day here. Whoever brought you here knew how the ring works so he only timed you to be kept safe here. But that time spent in a world that isn't your own is over. It's time you fulfill the reason you were born." Slowly I moved a bit closer again until the gap between us wasn't that wide again. It wasn't at arms reach but it was enough. I proceed to announce, "Russell Hondra, only surviving son of the late Alpha Denver Hondra, it's time to come home. The Red Moon pack needs you." My ears instantly catch the sight of something. It was like the sound of a strong wind current and I think I might have an idea what was going on. Not that I have an idea. I knew w

But clearly, Hailey wasn’t having any of that because I suddenly felt her projecting the intense energy to be saved and rescued. “What are you doing?” I gritted out in a hushed tone, realizing that the alpha could hear and he’d be able to quickly find me if I kept talking but then, I suddenly found the power to rise to my feet, despite the pain and feeling of hopelessness settling deep within me. “Getting us saved,” “You wouldn't,” I spat out but it was as if she’d suddenly taken matters into her own hands and I felt a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through me. She was trying to make me receptive to the idea of the Alpha being our savior but I’d suffered too much to fall into that trap. Withou

she delivers gently “But I don’t understand, My father and fiancé have the means to search for me in any corner of the earth and you are saying no one has reached out for me?” I ask in a broken voice. She leans forwards, her gaze filled with sympathy “Truly Miss, no one has. But I will try searching the internet for any relative with the name Malloy in the U.S and I’ll relay to you” she offers and I give her a smile that hopefully showed my appreciation.

"You did not know." I could not breathe. Could not think. My father—dead. The man who had controlled every second of my life. The man whose threats had chased me across state lines. Gone. "You are wearing Devil's Reign colors," I said, my voice cracking. "My father's enemies." "Your father's club fell apart after he died. We absorbed what was left." Colt's smile was sharp. Dangerous. "I run Redemption Creek now, Jenna. Every street. Every back road. Every person who walks through here answers to me."

A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small part to Jane's wrath. Between the two women who had shared that bed, most would have agreed that Red was more dangerous . . . at least, they would've agreed until the previous night's fight. Red was a second-generation lycanthrope who could morph into a part-human, part-puma hybrid with incredible combat prowess. Jane was a Talent with living hair. It seemed like a silly Talent, until she used that hair to hurl a subway car at her enemies, then beat the attacking Hellspawn to death with their own limbs. Jane was still suffering from emotional issues, and she had taken th

“If your name is on it, you’ll know. So will the people you thought would never see it.” “Accountability is no longer negotiable.” In under ten minutes, the index crashed from traffic overload. Phoenix’s servers rerouted instantly. Camellia’s fingers flew across her keyboard backstage. “I am not here as Mary Burnett’ aid.” “I am not your redemption.” “I am your interruption.” The line echoed across platforms. Clips started circulating before the speech even ended. Hashtags exploded: #PhoenixRising #NotRedemption #Fireborn “I will not lead for ego. I will not perform pain for profit.”

"Someone has to be the 'Donor' for the 'Genesis' to become 'Human' again!" Silas looked at Lyra. He saw the scars on her soul and the fire in her eyes. He knew what had to be done. The "Redemption" was not a state of being; it was a final act. "I’m the 'Donor', Lyra," Silas whispered through the bond, the words sounding like a thousand glass bells. "No, Silas! We said together!"