Ryker Httyd Novels & Stories

when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes. As soon as I set my foot on the village's gate, Gran, my childhood friend, came running to me. "Sera! The elder Fyre is looking for you." He said. He guided me towards the elder's house but while walking he kept telling about nonsense and when we were near the elder's house, I got irritated and said, "For the record Gran, you are the noisiest man I've ever met." and walked away, leaving him smiling, don't ask me why that's just how he is.

His voice was regretful. I now turned to really look at him. “You’re an elite warrior, aren’t you?” He snorted. That was his answer. I got it as a confirmation. I looked at the King sharply. If my will to kill him now would work, I wouldn’t have needed to join the barbaric recruitment. However, it was known that the King was protected by something. Perhaps it was indeed his powerful Creyer. “If the three tribes are going to unite against the King, do you think the Aryan world will live in peace and harmony then?” I wondered loudly.

But now, standing before her, he could almost see himself dragging and pinching on one nipple while almost swallowing the other. His thoughts were as wild and dirty as the raw image of cocks splitting pussy open, but his thoughts were his. Dark and authentic. Ryker cleared his throat gently, knowing that regardless of how attractive she looked, he could not afford to cross the line. She was his best friend's sister and she was still their little one. “Head inside.” Ryker turned around to leave, his voice turning authoritative. . “I won’t,” Kira said, and Ryker stopped on his track.

“That will never happen.” Ryker smirked like that was exactly the reaction he expected. He walked back toward me and lifted the sword. He placed the tip right under my chin, pushing my head up with the metal. The sharp end pressed into my skin, and I went completely still again. The slightest pressure would break through. Kael stiffened and Ryker kept staring at him over the blade, enjoying how tense the room had become. Lyra can die right here if I want,” Ryker said. “So think carefully.”

“Hello? Is someone there?” A massive figure stepped into the moonlight. He was enormous, easily 6’8, built like a god of muscle and raw power. His eyes glowed bright amber, and dark tattoos covered his bare chest and arms. Ryker. Even without knowing his name, something deep inside me recognized him. “You,” he growled, voice like thunder wrapped in velvet. “My fated mate.” I stumbled back, heart slamming against my ribs. “What the hell are you talking about? Stay away from me!”

I shielded my gaze, unable to look upon him any longer despite how brave I considered myself. “That is Hanjo, a warrior from Dark Path Pack. He is a terrible shifter in battle and bows only to his Alpha.” Ryker described him with curious interest, his dark eyes twinkling. It appeared that he was more talkative around me than his master. It pleased me that he was comfortable with me enough to speak freely. His wisdom would eventually come in handy: I just knew it.

That was a simple text, so I expected a simple you are welcome from him, but nope, he was Ryker. Ryker: Thank me tonight when I give you another hickey. (You can choose a spot, that's all I can do for you) I narrowed my eyes at his text with my jaw hung open in shock.

"Not. Now." "You better fuuucking drink," Ryker more like ordered. "I made a promise to Kira, and I will keep it. So fucking have a fucking drink. If you need to scream, shout, want to battle? Fight? You don't need to be ashamed to do it. You want to release some stress? Anger? Sadness? Heck, there are lots of places we can do that in the pack."

Ryker growled, his voice venomous, “and I’ll make sure you regret ever breathing.” Tyson’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he shifted his focus to Ryker. “Ah, the ever-loyal knight in shining armor. You know, I expected you’d show up. Always the hero, aren’t you, Ryker? Riding in to save the day. I was almost disappointed when it wasn’t you I caught first.” He tilted his head, his sneer widening. “But your mate? Not a terrible consolation prize. I’ll make it work.”

“I’m currently staring at Ruin and Blight. Why did he say he’s there?” The mention of my name catches my attention, an icy shiver running down my spine. What’s going on in Las Vegas that involves me? Ryker listens intently, then a low growl rumbles in his throat. “That should have been a tell in itself since Ruin is my most trusted,” he mutters, frustration boiling over. He’s piecing things together, and I can tell it’s not to his liking. “Try silver to see if it does anything to him,” Ryker suggests sharply. His mind is working overtime, strategizing, trying to make sense of the situation. The conversation continues with Ryker receiving updates from Fenriz, his expression growing darker wit