Ryker Dublin Novels & Stories

Magic radiated off him in thick waves that had my beast bristling, ready for a fight. “I found her.” The world around me collapsed, leaving only her behind. Only Ophelia. “Where? Where is she?” I barely recognized the sound of my own voice. Ryker ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head, “At a club in Los Angeles.” “The fuck is she doing there?” Sterling said, cocking his head. “I have no clue, but we’re leaving,” Ryker looked my way, his gaze hard. “You need to shower and change fast. Be ready to leave within fifteen minutes.”

Instead, I walked up the concrete steps to the top row of the empty bleachers, staying hidden in the shadows of the high rafters. Down below, the hockey team was in the middle of a brutal scrimmage. The sound of metal skates cutting into hard ice echoed loudly through the empty building. Sticks slammed against the boards like gunshots. Ryker was easy to spot. Even without his name on his practice jersey, his size and speed set him apart. He moved across the ice like a freight train, his eyes locked on the puck. He didn't play like it was just a practice, he played like his life depended on every single second.

This way, no one would know when they left, or who he was leaving with. Ever since the Littlemoon attack, Ryker had been wary of everyone. He believed someone in the pack was a rat. So sharing actual dates or duration of his movements was limited. No one except mother, myself and the ones who transported Reuben knew he'd be leaving for Black Isle the next day.

His beauty was blinded, and he glowed even in the dark. "This is my Pack. And, this is my cell." Ryker provided dryly, his tone dark and gruff. "What do you need from me?" River eyed him, pressing further into the wall. Ryker's lips spread in a sexy smirk. God, even his smirk was a breathtaking sight.

Behind me, the heavy oak doors snapped shut. Ryker stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Manhattan skyline, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his dark charcoal suit. His broad shoulders were rigid, radiating that same suffocating, magnetic heat that used to dominate every room he entered. "I don't appreciate being kept waiting," Ryker growled without turning around, his baritone a low, gravelly rasp that sent a phantom jolt straight down my spine. "Whoever you are, if you think buying out my distressed shares gives you the right to flex power in my city…"

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.

’ I yelled in my mind and I felt that familiar pull as the pain subsided and I was on my knees in front of the castle. “Where is he?” I yelled as I saw Zetas emerge from the trees. “You shouldn’t be here, Jericho. You’ve been banished,” Ryker said to me. I stood up as they tried to block me from entering the castle. “Stǫðva,” I said and ran past them. I followed Kai’s scent to the infirmary. I was running down the hallways as I heard Kiran yell at Carter and Falcon. “What happened?” I yelled as I pushed the doors open and everyone turned towards me.

I pouted. "Antonia." I raised my gaze and saw Jayden, walking in with someone I had never seen before. "Welcome, Jayden," I smiled and went to him. "Thank you," Jayden beamed. "Antonia, this is my assistant and friend, Ryker. He has not been around because he had duties outside the pack." "Ryker meet Antonia, my mate," He introduced me. I looked at Ryker and he had dark hair like Jayden, a handsome face too, and several tattoos and piercings. He looked like a sharp contrast to Jayden's calm demeanor.

“A mid days ride at most, it’s located on a mountain and that’s all I know. You know umm- my foster parents heard about what happened in our pack. They stay in this Revolt Pack. I got in contact with them some time ago after your escape and they’re willing to help, even say some of your fathers loyal people are actively working against Ryker over there. It’s top secret too we can—” “A bad idea.” Jacks voice had grown dark now, a ring of dark circles mysteriously appearing around his eyes. “Ryker has his sentries everywhere, roaming road tracks, scouting weaker packs. He’s looking for someone.” And his eyes swept by my face so fast and back to his soup which he stirred in a slow circle. “How

Dark Moon might attack again. “You think this was Damon don’t you?” Ryker asks, his eyebrows drawn in together as he thinks. “But why retreat, why not try and kill you too? And how would he know where the bunkers are? Do you suspect a rat?” Ryker’s voice deepens at the end, the anger evident, and his eyes flash golden. His wolf is near the surface. Ryker closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He is usually the most composed and controlled of the three of us. But he nearly lost his sister, Freya and Jane, a few years ago because of a traitor. So, when it comes to someone betraying their pack, he doesn’t have an ounce of mercy.