Ryder Rock Squad Novels & Stories

There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting. Worshippers are abundant and tend to come in the form of soldiers and advisors, but the welcome was all those who put their faith in the hands of this god. As long as the right pledges and oaths are abided by. Rhyker had countless lovers before, but right now the main one was me. This only adds to the aid Rhyker may possibly provide, but only the strongest of gods can stand alone. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes, hiding the truth.

"Define serious." "They are investing in our team," Ryder explained, the excitement in his voice rising. "Knowing how we lost our star players, they are bringing in new racers to join us in time for the finals. We're fucking back, guys!" There was a loud, raucous sound of applause which neither Asher nor Ryder shared in. It felt like Ryder was missing something out so Ethan spoke up then. "Where are the players coming from? This is a week to the last season. How the hell did--"

Ryder’s POV Ryder was up late playing video games. He knew he should get to bed, but he couldn’t tear himself from the screen. The house was silent, with Tatiana and Luca gone. The only other people in the house were Sadie and Duncan, and he did not want to imagine what they were up to. Blowing up aliens was the distraction he needed. He spoke with Cory earlier in the week. The damn traitor agreed with Sadie and Duncan about school. So Monday was happening whether he wanted it to. He looked forward to seeing some wolves his age, but he was Beta. What he did directly reflected on his Alpha. He didn’t want to screw it up for himself. He was the class clown, but now felt pressure to succeed. If

"They're too many!" Ryder climbed out of the spring, water streaming off him. He looked at their desperate, wounded group Liam barely conscious in the water, Ethan exhausted, Fred with an empty gun, Tess on her knees. He looked at the advancing wall of Red Hand wolves, led by a grinning Cath. His face, usually so full of clever arrogance, went cold and still. A decision settled in his eyes. "Get him out of the water," Ryder said to Ethan, his voice strangely calm. "Take him and Tess. Go out the back way. Through the cavern behind the falls."

Ryder was certain that was the case when it was her turn again, and she insisted Maverick play. Ryder lined his shot up and froze when he heard her sultry voice whisper his name in his ear. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and exhaled as he opened his eyes and took his shot. He wasn't the least bit surprised his shot was a disaster. He turned and grabbed his drink off the table. As he brought the glass to his lips, he heard her sultry voice whisper his name and he downed his drink in frustration. As soon as Ryder finished his next shot, his phone vibrated. He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. When he looked at the screen, his heart skipped a beat when he saw a familiar numb

He had been grooming his successor for years, and it was with great pride that he announced Ryder IV as the new leader of the pack. Ryder IV was a young wolf with a fire in his eyes and a heart full of determination. He had grown up listening to the stories of his ancestors, Luna, Ryder, Luna Jr., and Ryder Jr., and he was eager to carry on their legacy. Under Ryder III's guidance, he had learned the importance of peaceful coexistence and conservation efforts, and he was ready to take on the responsibilities of leading the pack.

Cole stepped out, dressed in white linen, looking more like a god of the forest than a businessman. “Mr. Ryder,” Mason stammered, bowing low. “Thank you for joining our humble pack event.” Cole didn't speak. He just scanned the crowd, his eyes locking onto Ivy for a split second before moving on. “Ryder Global is scouting locations for our own spring run,” Cole said, his voice a cool velvet. “I’m here to observe.” “Your dedication is legendary, Alpha,” Mason fumbled, trying to keep up. “Talk to Noah—no, talk to my assistant, Noah Pierce—about the logistics,” Cole snapped, already bored.

"I thought I told you to sit down." "Vance just left," I murmured, my voice betraying my inner turmoil. "He said... he said you're getting ready to fight your own council." Ryder let out a harsh, bitter scoff as he grabbed a dry tunic from his armoire, pulling it over his shoulders in one fluid motion. "The council can scream all they want. They don't command my pack, and they sure as hell don't command me." He strode over to me, his massive frame completely cutting off my escape. Without a word of warning, his large hand gently cupped the back of my neck, his thumb resting hot against my jaw as he forced me to look up into his stormy eyes.

Ryder rushed towards me once he heard the bedroom door opening. He halted in his steps when I glanced at Jason instead. My chest ached when I noticed the pained look on Ryder’s face. “My mom is calling you.” I informed Jason to which he frowned before following me inside. I had to glance downwards to avoid Ryder’s gaze while closing the door behind Jason. My mom did not hesitate to ask Jason about Ryder’s connection to the underground world. “Ryder is part of an underground gang who helps the police department in catching underground criminals and mafia gang members specializing in selling drugs to teenagers and kidnapping girls.” Jason paused for a split second to look at me before glancing

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.