Ryke Meadows Novels & Stories

, Ryke said as he rushed over to his father. It was on another of their hunting trips. They went on one every two weeks. "What is it?", his father's voice bellowed. Richard Sterling was an intimidating man. Thick muscular arms and a height that towered over man. The scar that ran across the left side of his face added to everything. A six year old Ryke opened his hands to unveil the mystery he had discovered. It was a tiny little bird with a broken wing. "Can we keep it Dad? Richard smiled. Something he rarely did, "Of course son.Go back your things and let's go.

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

Leo and Anne sat together, while Ryke sat across from her. “Elaine, I’m really happy to see you here. And thank you earlier,” Anne said with a smile. Ryke only nodded, but I felt irritation building inside me because of the way she kept looking at him. “That guy was crazy. Good thing Ryke was here, like some kind of hero, like Robin,” Leo joked, laughing. “So your name is Ryke. Thank you again,” Anne said sweetly. “It’s fine. He’s gone now. You should go back to singing, I want music,” I said flatly.

"It's weird when you call him that because I think of my uncle. Anyway, the Ryans are of Irish origin. But my uncle and aunt, Nathan's parents, were living in Germany when he was born." "Do you use the surname Ryan too?" "I prefer to use my father's." "Which one?" "Pearse." "Mr. Pearse, then?" "Yes, ma'am." "So, Mr. Pearse... what do you do in New York?" "I took over my family's company a few years ago." "You're not that old." "Almost twenty-seven. I didn't know you were curious." "I have to know who I'm accepting a ride from." "A ride? I don't think this is just a ride, Kate."

I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but as long as I'm not looking back to match Rylan's scrutinising gaze, I'm fine. "You know, I would like to meet the Moon Goddess eventually." "She goes by Millicent." "That's useless to know if I never actually meet her," I retort, deciding that the only thing in the fridge I might like is an apple. I pull it out and turn around, facing Rylan. His arms are still over his chest, his gaze heavy with irritation. I take a bite, noticing how he wasn't going to reply as I continue, "Where's Kaden?"

It looks like a cabin and I have my own beautiful yard which I have planted with different beautiful flowers, it’s my favourite place to read a book and have a coffee. I am Beatrix by the way, people who know me call me Bea. I am 26 years old and was born and brought up in this town of WillowRidge. My mother decided to divorce my dad when I was 2 years old and left us. We never saw her after that. My Dad loved me to the moon and back. He worked hard to raise me. He was always present for all my sports, recitals, parent meetings and still managed to work full time to provide for us.

I said before jumping from the cliff, landing into the water with a huge splash. I brought myself up and I saw Rayne looking down at me. "Come on, babe! It's awesome down here!" I hollered. "Coming!" she shouted and I smiled, keeping my head up to look at her. She disappeared for a minute before I heard a loud scream then I saw her coming down. The moment her body touched the water I quickly brought her up, because there was a high chance that she might panic.

That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring. Sure, the old Taya's play-it-safe policy was a big reason behind the lack of excitement in my high school days. But there was something else. The reason why my love life was drier than the Sub-Saharan desert was this: Ryder Jake Williams. To the world, Ryder was RJ— the talented young surfer who was one of the most popular guys at school. But to me, he was just Ry, my annoying older cousin.

New. "Sure," she said eventually, glancing at Mia for backup. They found a table in the back, their usual spot since Harper had mentally exiled herself from Jaxon’s friend circle. Ryker sat beside her without asking, launching straight into questions about school clubs, senior traditions, and whether there were any decent hiking trails nearby. "Wait," Mia said, pointing her straw at him. "You hike?" Ryker nodded. "A lot. My dad’s military. We’ve bounced around everywhere—Colorado, Arizona, North Carolina. I’m basically part goat at this point.”

Chapter 1 Into the Wild The crunch of gravel under my tires faded as I pulled into the remote trailhead parking lot, the last vestige of civilization disappearing behind me. At twenty-six, I, Riley Bennett, had finally hit my limit. No more endless marketing meetings, no more crafting slogans for products I didn’t believe in, and definitely no more nights spent crying over my ex who had called me “too much” before walking out six weeks ago. As a burned out marketing executive, I’d traded my sleek laptop and high rise apartment for a beat up backpack, sturdy hiking boots, and a desperate need to remember what it felt like to breathe without deadlines crushing my chest.