Ryker Grimborn Novels & Stories

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

“No, you must be joking.” “Oh but I’m very much serious Ava.” I could feel fear wrapping itself around me like an iron grip going past my skin to settle onto my bones. “Ryker is the reaper and thanks to that half vampire, half werewolf creature inside of him he was able to massacre a whole village. My breathing was coming out in gasps now and in as much as I tried to maintain the poker expression on my face I was aware that I was failing. Eve was bale to see right through my pretence.

We headed back to his own family of wolf. On our journey back, getting tired we ask for help along the way."Please give us water" Derrick begged pitifully. "No, we wouldn't, she is a criminal" They made me knew what i did wrong. I gazed down, when i hear there displeasure. They will not listened to my inner innocence before they judged me. They forced me to kill, and i did. "I don't care about your past, i care about your future because you are my mate" Derrick put hope into my wolfery body. "If we get home, you will find a place" He assured me.

Despite his intimidating build, he radiated friendliness. “Aria Silvermoon, I presume?” He extended his hand. “I’m Ryker Stone, Beta of Blackthorn Pack. Welcome.” I shook his hand, surprised by the genuine warmth. “Thank you. Though I’m not sure ‘welcome’ is the right word when your warriors detained me at the border.” Ryker laughed. “Fair point. They were just following protocol. Unknown wolf entering our territory, they had to bring you in. But you’re not in trouble.” He gestured for me to sit. “Actually, you’re probably the most anticipated guest we’ve ever had.”

he said with a giant smirk on his face. Ryker’s parents were just one of multiple human families in this pack. Sybil, his mother, was a neonatal nurse who had saved many lives. His father was one of our weapon’s developers who helped to keep our warriors safe, which then kept us safe. “Adam is fucking brutal. I saw him taking down pups twice his size with ease. When we were talking about our picks for Lamias, Angel named you without even needing to consider it because you embody everything that we, as leaders, need to be. Strong, resilient, adaptable, and someone who can rise above the adversities that we, as a pack, will face. We’re proud to have you serving beside us,” I told him honestly.

Serafine’s POV How could Hope say Bran wasn't the one who spoke to me a while ago when he was clearly the one? When she mentioned Ryker, my brows pulled together in confusion. I was certain I had never heard that name before. Hope’s voice came again from the other side. “I know you’re confused by what I’m saying. But that’s because you probably haven’t heard the name Ryker before.” Of course I hadn’t. Who was Ryker? Hope continued speaking, “Ryker is Bran’s wolf. He has taken over Bran’s body.”

"Viktor will destroy you, take your position, and make Kyra his Luna. Your children will be raised by another alpha. Is your pride worth that?" "My pride has nothing to do with it," Ryker said. "I'm fighting for my family and my pack, and I'll die before I surrender either." "So be it," Dorian said, and left. Kyra spent that night memorizing every detail of Ryker's face, every touch, every whispered word. They made love desperately, both knowing it might be the last time, and Kyra cried against his chest afterward. "I love you," she said. "No matter what happens tomorrow, I love you completely."

The seeds of chaos, carefully cultivated and patiently nurtured, had been sown, and now, it was time to reap the bloody harvest. "My Lord," Fenrir, a towering figure of muscle and bone with a jagged scar that bisected his left eye, knelt before Ryker. His massive frame casting a long, ominous shadow across the chamber. His intimidating presence filled the room, a stark testament to his brute through years of bloodshed and shared ambition. "You summoned us, My Lord?"

But the next thing my eyes caught got me shaking slightly. He was still standing as a human but he was looking hairy and three times my size! His face was looking… not so scary? Was I hallucinating? Wasn't he supposed to look frightening to me? Why was he looking warm instead? His beautiful eyes were now looking like two huge holes of a volcano yet my body was getting drawn to it. "Nice meeting you, Brynn. I am Ryker, Maverick's lycan wolf" What the fuck! Aren't they the same people?

Because for once, I was the one that Xyrra should be protected from. “If you are leaving then so am I. I have told you before, Ryker, I will follow you to the end of the world,” vowed Dmitry. In his eyes, I could tell that he meant every word. But I also knew one thing that he was desperate to hide. One thing that he wished wasn’t true but I knew it was. “I know you like her, Dimka. You can put on your poker face and try telling me that I’m wrong but I know you. I know you like her. I would’ve been pissed if I wasn’t about to lose my sanity.” I choked on my own laughter, shaking my head at his own joke. “I guess that’s why they called it ‘Mad Wolf’ right? It’s supposed to drive the wolf into