Ryder Voice Actor Novels & Stories

“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.

“So now you’re a vampire?” “No…” He made a disgusted face as I forced him to eat sour heads. Oh God, were vampires real too? “Don’t compare me to those leeches. Normal werewolves age, but we are mixed with Lycan blood. They don’t age.” He smiled. “Hence Dane looks like a young hunk.” He laughed. I threw my hands in the air. “You know what… I don’t give two fucks what you are. Just leave me the hell alone and tell me where Kara is!” I demanded, trying to walk past.

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

Henry asked, his voice taking on a serious tone. "The new owner of Ryder."

“What happened to him? Is he fine?” “Do the calms, babe,” I said quickly, lifting my hands. “He’s okay. He’s stable. But… there’s a plot twist.” Her creased deepened, confusion mixing with concern. “What plot twist?” I took a deep breath. “Actually… the guy is Lincoln Varkar. The famous rockstar. And he turned out to be Ryder’s cousin. The family who Ryder despises the most. The Varkar. His maternal family.” Zoey’s eyes widened in pure shock. Her mouth fell open, and she froze for a second, processing. Then she let out a loud, disbelieving laugh, hand flying to her mouth.

Before she could speak. “Ryder—” “I know.” His voice was…. was different. Not the controlled evenness. Something warmer underneath it. Something that was trying to stay managed and wasn’t entirely succeeding. “You’re allowed to be happy about this,” she said quietly. A pause. “I am happy about it,” he said. “You sound like someone announcing a weather forecast.” “I’m—” he stopped. She heard him exhale. “I’m very happy about it.” “Better,” she said.

He steps forward in an attempt to grab the child from Alisa’s arms but with one shove, she pushes him to the ground and I chuckle, thankful that she had sneaked a deep wet kiss before we disembarked from the car earlier. Mitchell is shocked. “IMPOSSIBLE! Unless….you two are –“ I decide to finally introduce myself. I stand up, turn around and take a step forward toward Mitchell. The man is short and burly with a built of a fighter with a face only a mother could love. “Hello, I am Ryder, the true Alpha of the Red Moon pack.”

“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!”

“I’m fine. Really. Just enjoying the quiet.” Ryder let out a soft snort, a disbelieving sound, and leaned back on his elbows, propping himself up. “Sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice tinged with a playful exasperation that didn’t quite mask his underlying concern. “We’re not hovering. We’re keeping you company. There’s a difference. And if you think we’re buying that ‘just tired’ act, you’re even crazier than I thought.”

"There's a difference." Knox just shakes his head, exhaling hard. "I hope you know what you're doing, kid." I don't. But I smile anyway. "Guess we'll find out." Ryder hasn't said anything. He stands there, jaw clenched, hands fisted at his sides. His eyes have gone amber, his wolf right at the surface. "Can I talk to you?" He doesn't wait for an answer, his voice tight with controlled emotion, just turns and walks toward the garage. "Alone."