Ryder Voice Actor Novels & Stories

Whenever they lost sight of what they should do, they could always talk to Victor and find ways out of difficult situations. Naturally, Ryder, Rob, and Ron were all talented and only needed guidance from time to time. At this point, Ryder was already a rather famous entrepreneur in Jorn City and was known for his gentlemanly demeanor. Everyone addressed him as Mr. Ryder. As soon as he saw Faye, Ryder exclaimed with excitement. "Ms. Brown, you finally came. I have very important news to report to you. It's about your mother." He studied Faye's face and was taken aback by how much she resembled the woman Victor loved.

But the eyes weren’t Ash’s. Ash looked feral. Wild. This one looked... cool. Dangerous. Like someone who rode through life with no brakes. “Who the hell are you?” I whispered. He stood. Slowly. Like a panther uncoiling. “Name’s Ryder,” he said. His voice was lower than Liam’s. Rougher. Confident. “And you’re lucky I showed up instead of the other guy.” “Where’s Ash?” “Locked out,” he said simply. “He’s unstable. Sloppy. But I’m not.”

She answered the call and activated the loudspeaker function. "Hello, Apollo, please don't disconnect. It's me, Ryder," came Ryder's voice. Zelda froze in place upon hearing Ryder's voice, a flood of memories rushing back. It had been years since they had severed all ties with Ryder, and hearing his voice after so long stirred a mix of emotions within her.

"I was hoping you'd spontaneously combusted and died." Ryder takes the phone away from his ear, motions for me and Quinn not to say anything and puts it on speaker, setting it on the coffee table between us. "So sorry I could not contend with your wishes," Volkov pauses. "Agent Ryder Stevenson. Though, I thought it was about time you and I were properly introduced. Since you seem to be blundering yourself into the middle of this mess." My gaze snaps over to Ryder, worry and dread beginning to spread through my gut. Yes, we both knew that Volkov had to have a pretty good idea of who Ryder is, but this is the first time he's confirmed it.

My eyes dart upward, drinking in the sight of the figure now standing between us—a towering presence, broad shoulders rigid with tension, his shadow swallowing me whole. "The hell do you think you're doing?" The voice is deep, smooth, yet razor-sharp with authority, sending a jolt through my core. Ryder staggers but quickly regains his footing. His smirk wavers for a fraction of a second before settling back into something cool, calculating. He exhales a long breath, tilting his head lazily as if trying to seem unbothered. "Why don't you run back to your precious master, lapdog?" Ryder drawls, his voice softer now, yet laced with challenge. "Mind your business, and I'll mind mine."

the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.

“I love you, Doris. More than anything.” My heart fluttered. “I love you too,” I whispered. He grinned. “And?” “And what?” I asked, pretending to be confused. “Promise me you’ll stop being stubborn and listen to me from now on.” I laughed lightly. “Yes, my lord. I will always listen and obey,” I said, mimicking his voice perfectly. Ryder froze for a second before his entire face softened in disbelief. “Oh my God,” he said dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “Now you’re using my own voice against me?”

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

He averted his gaze from Emily and closed his eyes. Stray, he commanded me with authority, "Let your wolf stay and defend you." He paused and cast a stern look toward Leia before continuing, "If something awful happens to you..." I'll torment her right up until the moment she takes her final breath. Drake went on to say. "Nothing terrible will happen to me, alpha," the speaker said. Emily argued her point with self-assurance. Before leaving their sight, Drake just retreated, heaved a sigh, and turned his back on them. Dillon shook his head and cast his gaze across the two people, who were now engaged in conversation.

He simply settled into the space like a man who understood that some conversations needed time before they began. We sat there for a while. No tension. No challenge. Just… quiet. The kind that wasn’t uncomfortable, but not entirely peaceful either. Then he spoke. “You look like your father when you’re thinking too hard.” The words caught me off guard. I turned slightly, looking at him. “You knew him?” I asked. Ryder nodded slowly, his gaze fixed ahead. “I did,” he said. “He was a good man. Strong, but fair. The kind of Alpha people respected, not just feared.”