Ryder Voice Actor Novels & Stories

Ryder picked up the call and increased the volume so that we could both listen to what the caller was saying. “Ryder, Ryder, Ryder.” The person called several times. I turned to look at Ryder, and we were almost sure that the caller was the kidnapper. The voice was modified so we couldn’t tell who was talking. “Who are you?” Ryder asked curiously. “You want to know who I am; can’t you tell from the way I’m talking? I know you to be smart; don’t disappoint me.” We both concluded immediately that we were right. “Where are my kids, and why do you have them?” Ryder asked angrily. He folded his hands and clenched his teeth while waiting to hear what the kidnappers had to say.

Sitting back on the couch next to Zoe, he placed the call on speakerphone. "Hello?" A booming voice answered on the other end. "This is Alpha Ryder of The Dark Moon Guardians. May I speak to King Nickolas?" Ryder asked, trying to keep the nerves out of his voice. "Alpha Ryder? My goodness, I haven't heard from your pack in years. How are you doing?" Ryder relaxed at the king's friendly tone.

"Don't worry about it too much; it'll just make you even worse. We'll practice some more when we get on the open road the sound won't attract Warriors. I'll teach you to shoot, no matter how long it takes." Ryder looks at us from the kitchen. "Would the two of you please get a room?" I glare at him over Reese's shoulder, but Reese looks unfazed. "Don't worry about him. He's just pissed off because you called him a redneck." "Isn't he?" Ryder wears baggy, faded jeans, and a stained sleeveless shirt. His hair is shaggy, and his face is unshaved. Plus, he looks entirely too comfortable holding those guns.

"What did you just call me?" She rolled her eyes. "Ryder told me you were whining nonstop." I shot Ryder a glare. "I did not whine," I said indignantly. Ryder smirked and folded his arms to look intimidating. The reason? I had no idea. "Hell yeah you did Derek," he said in his low baritone voice. "You were so annoying and kept spouting nonsense like," he paused then cleared his throat as though to recompose himself. That glint in his eye had me wary. "I hope she's alright or what if she gets sick or--" he didn't get to finished what I assumed was an imitation of my voice as I cut him off on mid sentence.

She raised her other hand into a fist and he caught it again. —I'm sure I speak as clearly as I can, maybe if you tell me what language you speak I can translate it for you. "I don't talk to stalkers," he growled. "Ah, yes, it shows." He looked in the corner where he left the unconscious. Well, they were all knocked out. My name is Ryder, they call me Ryder. This is Trevor, they call him Trevor. They call you Ney, what's your name? "What do you care?" She was as grumpy as Ryder could be and that made her eyes sparkle with amusement.

The explosion had separated me from Xander and the rest of our forces. I was in a thick area of the woods, where the noises from the big fight were quiet because of the heavy tree cover overhead. It felt like there were hidden figures all around me, and I realized I was encircled by sneaky enemies, staying just beyond my view. “Well, well, well,” a voice spoke from the shadows, sounding eerily recognizable. Ryder Storm emerged from the shadows, his massive form seeming to absorb what little light filtered through the trees. His red eyes glowed with malevolent triumph.

If I can survive it. Half an hour later, I approached the supposed base with a possible deadly entity in a box. Ryder disappeared, I guess he has other things to worry about other than whispering and commanding not to mention his occasional sarcastic comments. I was starting to miss a farmilar voice. Now I'm alone once again. "Leave the package outside, you may leave the car or take it with you, you're done for the day. You can go home and rest." That's it. Ryder and whoever was behind that voice chabger never spoke simultaneously. Could he be tricking me? I can't venture into that now. The order came from someone using a voice changer. The snake itself.

Ryder was waiting outside and we walked back toward the command center together in silence until he finally spoke. "We're going to win this," Ryder said. "We're going to get our wolves back and kill Viktor and go home to Sarah and the babies." "Yeah," I said. "We are." I just hoped I believed it as much as he seemed to.

Gareth had a Welsh burr to his accent. “Okay if I call you Gareth?” The driver shrugged. “Call me what you like. And you?” “Quinn Ryder. Security.” “You’ll have your hands full there, Quinn.” Gareth kept his voice down low but with Cade’s incessant ranting there wasn’t much chance of being heard. “Yeah, I see that. I’ll put a stop to that when we get back to his place. I’m not spending two weeks listening to him shout.” “Good luck with that one.”

As they stood there, the only sound was the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. With the moon rising high in the sky, casting its silver glow over the forest. Ryder spoke up, "We should get you home," he said, his voice gentle but firm. Crystal nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment that their time together was coming to an end. "Which pack are you from?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Ryder smiled, happy that she was initiating a conversation. "I'm from the Star blood pack" he replied. "But I have to ask, which pack are you from?"