Ryder Voice Actor Novels & Stories

He rebutted. Yes, yes, my reasoning is stupid. He didn’t intentionally want to get caught in their trap, but I have to blame someone... *Sighs in frustration.* “Will the two of you quiet down over there?” I heard one of the men’s voice command from outside the cave. I don’t know whose voice, but I’m sure it wasn’t Ryker. His voice sounds deeper and scarier. Somewhat like Drax’s voice, but Drax’s is less harsh, and more soothing. It’s somewhere between Morgan Freeman and Darth Vader. Except, it doesn’t give me ‘dangerous villain’ vibes.

he said, his voice steady. Ryder laughed. "We'll see about that," he said, pulling out a phone. "It's time to make our next move.

"We have a few things to discuss." Rylan's demeanour is completely different around his Guards, I decided. He's all the more Alpha, as he sets his shoulders back, walking with sharp hair that makes me a little nervous, and I'm not the one he's dealing with. I would have to be a Guard standing in that line right now. "It seems as though one of you are working with the Alpha of Vengeance. Alpha Kaden."

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.

If Ayden Chadrond and Sir Vance were not at the Triad to balance things out, their economy would have long fallen. Of course Ryder grew sick of protecting corrupt people but he had no choice. It was embedded in their creed which he had sworn to uphold. He walked up the steps leading to the porch. He could smell mint coffee wafting through the windows. Ryder knocked. "Who is it?" shouted the grumpy voice of the Nysou father. "It's me, Ryder," he tried to sound like an old friend. "We met during the burial of the heroes of the war against Hearth a year ago."

“Your dragons will submit to Echo and follow his lead, it’s as easy as that. All you guys have to do is hold on and jump when we circle the compound.” “My men will take control of the access points and the gates will be open for you to just walk through.” “I’ve always like a grand entrance.” Our heads turned as one at the lone voice that bellowed from the hallway. Ryder smiled first and then I recognized him. His British accent was hard to forget even for a five year old. Ryder and Elio hugged as Gideon smirked and I knew that he had been expecting him. “I told you not to come.” “Since when have I ever listened to you asshole?”

Then the phone on the counter started to buzz. Jace snatched it up without checking the number. “What?” he barked. A familiar, cool voice chuckled on the other end. “You sound upset, Jace.” Jace’s eyes narrowed. “Ryder.” “Glad you remember me,” Ryder’s tone was calm — too calm. “I figured I’d check in, see how your little hostage experiment worked out.” Jace’s grip tightened on the phone. “You son of a—” Ryder laughed softly. “You know, for a man who calls himself a leader, you sure lose a lot of people. Raven’s losing her mind, Marcus is bleeding money, and you—” He paused for effect. “You can’t even hold onto one woman.”

Luca said as he tilted her face up towards him and gently kissed her lips. “You are too good to me,” she moaned. “I know. I am sure you will repay my kindness.” She laughed, “Oh I can think of a few ways.” Ryder’s POV Ryder was in his room, stuffing some clothes into a backpack, when his brother, Cory, walked in. “Hey little dude, are you ready?” “Would you not call me little dude? I am going to be a Beta.” Cory laughed, “Well you are not Beta yet, and I will always call you little dude.”

He shrugged, letting the threat hang in the air. I turned my gaze back to the screen. The baby laughed, completely unaware of the danger looming over them. I couldn’t let anything happen. I wouldn’t let them suffer because of me. I took a shaky breath, forcing myself to face him. "What do you want?" My voice was steadier than I expected. Ryder held my gaze for a long moment before answering. "Call Ethan Darnell. Tell him exactly what I told you to say." My hatred burned like wildfire.

It was Silas's child, and it was also mine, and those two facts existed simultaneously in the same body and I was the only person who got to decide what to do with that. Ryder came the first morning. He appeared in the doorway with the easy unhurried manner he brought to everything and looked at me and said, "Good, you're awake," as though he had been expecting to find me otherwise, and came in and sat in the chair beside the cot and talked for twenty minutes about something that had happened at the training grounds involving a young warrior and a fence post and a misunderstanding about the difference between a training dummy and structural architecture, and by the end of it I was pressing m