Ryder Voice Actor Novels & Stories

After I hung up, the landline rang. “Hello,” I answered. “You don’t know how that feels,” Ryder said chuckling. “Calling home and the voice you’d like to hear the most answers your telephone.” “You’re not shy with flattery, are you, Van Woodsen?” He laughed. “Except it’s not flattery. I’m just… telling you exactly what I feel,” he said. “Did you just wake up?” “Yes,” I replied quietly. “Are you crying?” Now, after hearing his voice, I couldn’t help crying. “No.” But I knew the tone of my voice betrayed me.

And she saves me to the ground. Just then I hear a man's voice its none other than soon to be alpha, Ryder. He stands 6'5 with broad shoulders sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes i quickly look down because I am not allowed to look him in the eyes. His voice is deep when he speaks "well orphan get the hell up and pick your books up. You will pay later for running into Jess like that."

Ryder chuckles nodding to Embry who holds Gunnar and Osric who has Roan. “It’s still proper to call you by your title. Sounds like you’re becoming quite the dad and Alpha,” I tease Ryder, following him and Liliana into the house out of the cold. “Having a strong Luna by my side makes all the difference. I never imagined being a father so young, but couldn’t ask for more and wouldn’t change it for anything. Looks like you’re doing well,” Ryder comments, as he leads our way to a couple of couches in front of the fireplace.

Ryder’s voice cuts through the tension like a poorly-timed joke. “Well, thank God. The idiot finally croaked.” My head whips toward him, and I stare, dumbfounded. “Ryder,” I hiss. “What?” he shrugs, running a hand through his filthy, tangled hair. His face is streaked with sweat and dirt, but his grin is shameless. “It’s true. Look at him. Dude’s toast. Somebody cue the dramatic violins.” Trix exhales sharply through his nose, his face set like stone. Alvera shakes her head, muttering under her breath as she wipes the sweat off her brow.

“At this point I don’t give a damn if you believe me or not. You couldn’t keep me from my girl even if all the dragons in this kingdom stood against me. I’ll see my mate now and I’ll see her later, just as I wish.” Ryder’s voice was low but intimidating. His eyes were dark, and his sharp jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth. He stood firm beside me as Luca began to circle him. “If you are really Ryder, why can’t I scent you?” “Wow, you didn’t grow any brain cells while I was gone, did you? Luca looked confused by what Ryder had just said. “Maybe it’s because I’m not in my physical form right now you dumb ass. If you farted, I’d probably get blown away!”

Jewel said, her voice soft and pitiful. Ryder’s mom sighed. She glanced at Ryder again, hoping for a reaction, but Ryder’s face remained cold. Completely unreadable. No one spoke. The air felt stuck. Then Ryder finally stood up slowly. His chair scraped lightly on the floor. Everyone stared at him. “Do whatever you want,” Ryder said. His voice was low and dangerous. “But let me remind you, Jewel…” He took one step closer, his eyes dark. “I am Ryder Black. More dangerous than you think. If I ever find out this is one of your tricks and plans, I will teach you a lesson that even when you are dead, you will never forget.”

"You delusional idiot. You think you can command generals? What’s next, you dream of becoming Supreme Commander?" Ryder stepped forward, a cocky smirk on his face. "So, you’re Andrew Lloyd? I heard you were looking for me." Andrew gave a slight nod. "You’re Ryder Ulrich, right? That’s right. I’m here for you." Ryder pointed at the ground, his grin turning icy. "Well, if you’re here for me, you’d better show some respect. I don't care what you want, but before we get to that, you need to get on your knees and sing about you surrendering. Then, we can talk about the rest!"

“And don’t test me, Ryder. I’ll turn into a rat and chew my way out of this basket.” “Still not letting you go, sweetheart,” he teased in that infuriating baby voice. “Also, you’re in a metal crate now.” Wait. What?! He didn’t. He did. “Ryder, I swear you’ll regret this!” I shouted through the mindlink. “Too late!” Ryder sang. “Oh, hey buddy! Hold this female Godzilla for me, will you? And don’t let her escape—or I’ll have your head instead.” Wait—who was he talking to?

“And don’t test me, Ryder. I’ll turn into a rat and chew my way out of this basket.” “Still not letting you go, sweetheart,” he teased in that infuriating baby voice. “Also, you’re in a metal crate now.” Wait. What?! He didn’t. He did. “Ryder, I swear you’ll regret this!” I shouted through the mindlink. “Too late!” Ryder sang. “Oh, hey buddy! Hold this female Godzilla for me, will you? And don’t let her escape—or I’ll have your head instead.” Wait—who was he talking to?

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.