Ryker Dublin Novels & Stories

I said, making Kane laugh despite the danger. “You always did find yourself funny,” Ryker said, his tone dripping with contempt. “And it looks like it rubbed off on your pathetic excuse of a mate.” Kane snarled, his voice low and deadly. “Do not speak of my mate like that!” He stood up, mentally thanking the guards for releasing his hands so he could defend me. “I’ll ask you one more time: What are you doing here?” Ryker chuckled darkly. “Well, I’m here to kill you two and take over this pack,” he said casually. “I’ve already dealt with the witch. Surprisingly, she didn’t put up much of a fight. This pack stands no chance.”

I was giving the best impression of I've moved on. I didn’t even mention her as his fiancé, I wouldn’t want him to think I have been keeping tabs on him. "Right." The silence from Ryker's side was confusing, but I didn't let go of the act for a second. "Hey, I've been waiting for you twooooo-" that was Jamie, me and Roy warned each other in the eyes. Jamie had no idea what was going on but she did recognize Ryker Malarkey. "Oh my! it's Ryker Malarkey." Jamie cheered, running towards him. Ryker passed Roy the kind of pride smile that was giving us a hint that he wanted Roy to know that Ryker is everything.

It’s barely nine pm by the time Ryker is getting ready to leave. “Where are you going?” I ask, looking up from my phone. He gives me an incredulous look. “It’s Las Vegas, Mor. I’m going out to have fun.” He turns to leave then pauses and glances at me. “Do you want to come with me?” “I…” “Forget it.” He says before I can finish. “Clubs aren’t your thing anyway.” I bite my lip. I wanted to say that yes, I’d love to come with him. Sure I don’t like clubs, but does he forget I worked at Dark Brotherhood? At this point I’m used to it.

Yes, but the monster in me would never harm innocent people, these men on the other hand don't care who they hurt in the process of making a living. Ryker on the other hand, comes from money, He runs a small country and pushes drugs but only sells to politicians and influential men. We do come out with our guns when necessary, having vowed three years ago to stop sex trafficking and selling of drugs to minors after his sister was taken, raped and left to die like a poor rat on the street. "Why don't you start talking and save us all the stress." He looks up at me, his cheeks swollen, obviously from Ryker's punches, I can testify to the fact that he throws mean blows.

“DON'T WORRY, I’M AN EXPERT BIKER; WE’RE NEARLY THERE.” True to his word, Lycroft College’s brick building speeds into view. Ryker swerves into a parking spot near the dorms. “See? Expert,” he brags, but I’m not in the mood to play. “Who was that?” I stand and tear myself away from him. Ryker sighs, removing his helmet and shaking his golden curls free. A group of girls stop to stare at him, giving me nasty looks in the process. He rumbles out, “Stay away from him. He can be dangerous.”

I glared at Ryker and went back to my phone and began typing. "What's so interesting in your phone that's making you ignore the existence of rogues? That's a first, but I have something for you, Cairo. He's in the dungeon. My men caught him this morning on his way with the travellers, and guess what? He's one of the people from DeadFangs."

Nikolai followed, less rigid, more casual, but there was that perpetual edge to him, like a blade left just within arm’s reach. “Any update on the corpse?” I didn’t bother with pleasantries. Killian nodded. “We identified him. Red Cross Assassin. Name’s Ryker. Excommunicated from the Ukrainian Guild, recruited into the Cross four years ago. He was one of their best.” I cocked a brow. “They sent one of their best into my house, and he got snapped like a twig?” Killian hesitated. “Declan did it.” Nikolai folded his arms, looking vaguely impressed. “It wasn’t luck, either. I watched him fight earlier. He challenged me to a duel thinking I was just ‘stalking’ him. He gave me a run for my credits

That’s when Ryker walked in, and to all of our shock, he bowed to him too, “Prince Ryker!” Ryker smiled. And pulled him into a hug too. “I’m no longer Prince, I have my own Pack within this pack and..” he pointed to me, “She is my mate also, and Conor is my son.” “We have much to catch up on, but for now I need to find my daughter!” they all agreed, as they introduced him to Kira, Our own Sorcerer. “It is my honor to meet you Kira, I have heard good things about you, you are a legend in my neck of the woods,” he smiled hugging her.

I would like to introduce you to RYKER, his wolf CHRISTOPHER and his vampire JACK he is an Alpha Werewolf-Vampire hybrid, he is the eldest son of Princess Scarlett and former Alpha Wade of the Blue Moon Pack, no one knows this but his mother, father, grandparents and Theodore's mate Tina the Alpha's daughter. Being the son of an Alpha makes his wolf Christopher an Alpha and therefore makes him stronger than a normal werewolf. His vampire Jack is not very strong but is the source of Ryker's hybrid gift of sight. He is on a journey to find his mother, who was taken by someone that was meant to protect her. Ryker has been having dreams of his mother and a mystery female. Little does he know he

“Whatever. Just quickly drag your butt over here and have fun. You don't need to be a bitter man tonight." Ryker hung up the phone and headed to the Paradise Club. It was an elite club in the city center that was only visited by young executives. Ryker has been a regular at the Paradise Club since he was very young and he has business friends who often spend time at the club doing various things. Sometimes they discuss business and try to find opportunities from available projects. But most of them threw a party there to relax their overworked nerves.