Ryder Holt Novels & Stories

Declan Holt glared coldly at Jared and walked straight to Alex. "You must be the CEO of Hudson Designs, Mr. Cohen, right? Hello, my name is Declan Holt, General Manager of Ryson Materials. I've just seen your company's purchase order in the group and I can provide everything on the list. If you’re willing, we can cooperate. The price is negotiable."

“Long time no hear, I trust you are well?” “I am thank you Mr. Rydal, I have something interesting that I would like you take a look at.” “Oh, what is it?” “I have a pin badge I’d like you to identify, I need to know what it stands for and anything else you can tell me about the group it belongs to. I’ll email a photo over to you, full disclosure please if you don’t mind.” “No problem, send it over.” “Usual payment?” asked Hugh. “Usual payment.” agreed Rydal and hung up.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

I sat down and took the glass he offered with a smile. “Ryder Grey, born the second son of Sire Lucas Grey, elite hunter at age seventeen, Sire of Princeton at age nineteen, exiled for marking a woman while married to another, created your own tribe of all kinds in Bushnell and currently working for the Elders as hunter all at the age of twenty-five. How’d I do?” he asked me with a smile. “You’re very informed my King,” I said. “Please call me Rex in private. I like to know things about people. Is it true that your son was riding a wolf when Archie came to see you?” he asked me and I smiled at that.

“And I, Cato Loren, pledge my allegiance to the Stella pack and oath to use this power to help its people thrive and prosper. To stand by my side, I elect Elias Smith as my Beta and introduce Jessica Michaels as my Luna.” The sun grew brighter. Dad squeezed my hands as an ecstatic warmth rushed through us. It filled my veins and seized my muscles. My vision filled with a bright white light, as I felt like my feet had come off the ground. We could have been floating miles in the air, but my Dad still gripped me. He didn’t let go until the light faded and my vision cleared. Every wolf in the clearing kneeled. The men, women, old and young. Each one of them bowed their heads.

But the eyes weren’t Ash’s. Ash looked feral. Wild. This one looked... cool. Dangerous. Like someone who rode through life with no brakes. “Who the hell are you?” I whispered. He stood. Slowly. Like a panther uncoiling. “Name’s Ryder,” he said. His voice was lower than Liam’s. Rougher. Confident. “And you’re lucky I showed up instead of the other guy.” “Where’s Ash?” “Locked out,” he said simply. “He’s unstable. Sloppy. But I’m not.”

Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha. “Alpha,” Beta Dillon called and handed him the antidote. “The antidote.” Drake gets it and looks upon the antidote. He slid it into his pocket and then heaved a sigh. He was panting even though Beta Dillon was gasping for air, with a small cut on the side of his lips. Drake’s eyes were dark and red; he crumpled his fists again as they continued to run as fast as they could until they reached the royal house.

"Well, well… look who we have here." Ryder took her hand, brushing it lightly with his lips. "And you, my lady, look absolutely flawless." Turning to Johnny, Valeria gestured with theatrical flair. "Johnny, meet Harrison Ryder—a cornerstone supporter of my soon-to-rise cartel. Ryder, this is Johnny Graph… the disgraced former member of the Scarehawk Cartel." Ryder and Valeria exchange looks then giving a wicked laugh, the sound echoing mockingly through the office. Johnny shifted uncomfortably, his face a blend of shame and unease.

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

Noah. When I got to the racing arena, it was crowded and most of them were on their feets cheering on the racers. I saw my name on the billboard, my match was in five minutes with Ryder. Parking my car beside Ryder's I glanced to my side before stepping out. Ryder was sitting on his black McLaren 720S with a cigarette between his lips, his hands were on the butt of a skinny girl with big boobs. Ryder was a teenager like me, he was a spoiled rich kid that raced for fun. But while other rich kids were weak and avoided trouble. Ryder was the complete opposite, his father was a Drug Lord, a friend of Drew's. He got into deeper shits than Drew did and oftentimes Ryder joined him.