Ryker Skye Novels & Stories

I do tend to get myself into trouble. “Just wondering why they’ve been kept a secret and why we are just now hearing about them. They sound as though they are worse than the rogues but I have never heard of these lycans attacking anyone, have you?” “She’s got a point,” says Kyle. “You always agree with her,” whines Xander. “Well, I hate to even say it, but she is always right. She’s hardly ever wrong.” “It must be the angel part of her. I heard Angels can see the future,” says Skye almost as if there is a hint of jealous behind her tone.

“It’s been a while.” “Maybe tomorrow then,” he decided then nibbled my bottom lip. “Provided Eros is not around. Khrysaor is still jealous of him and his wolf Ares.” I pulled back, frowning. “Why?” “Because he is ridiculously possessive,” said Ryker, rolling his eyes. Then his face grew serious as he explained further, “But mainly because of what you pulled today. He sees what I see, you know, and watching you being that close to both Eros and Ares annoyed him more than he would care to admit.” Ryker traced his fingers on my shoulder bone. “Khrysaor has been waiting for you for more than a decade, Love.” His eyebrow twitched as he looked down and regarded me. “When I gave up on searching for

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.”

"Why didn't you tell her that Rylan has returned to school?" "Why?" I asked, squinting at him. "I think it's best she doesn't know and if possible, I would want her not to come to lake town for a while. You know that will be good. I really don't know what's really up on Rylan's head but I'm sure he has returned to seek revenge and it seems like he's going to go extra mine to get what he wants. I don't want Rayana to get in-between us and our 'seem-like' feud." I paused for a while, glancing back at Lily who was doing quite fine,training with Lexi, another daughter of one of my gammas. "Can you keep her down in the pack for a few days, Skye?" "Um," Skye paused and shook his head. "She's more

I gave Elura a reassuring smile in which both her and Wynter looked at me with the same uncanny expression. It didn’t help that they looked almost exactly the same save for Wynter’s hair being a tad bit shorter, but yes, they were pretty much giving me an unconvinced look. “What? Did you manage to figure out how to clone yourself?” Wynter asked jokingly. Just then, the door opened and Skye stepped inside, his closest friend in the Pack, Dax, right behind him. “Better. He’s got me.” Skye said with so much confidence I’m honestly here contemplating when the hell he got so good at this.

Ryker was pulling one of the chairs over to him. “Switch that off; I want him to see me first,” he said to someone. The spotlight came off, only a dim light remaining. His eyes adjusted quickly, and he saw Ryker’s amused face as he sat with his feet crossed in front of him. Ryker was a big man, bigger than he was. He had scars across his face from all his battles that made other wolves shrink back in fear. Only something truly horrific could cause scars on a wolf, and this one had lived through many of them.

Sharp blue eyes and lips as red as a cherry. “You have great taste.” I shrugged. “So you are?” “Skye.” I stretched forth my arms in a handshake, “Val—” “Valkyrie Nightborn.” He finished. I stared at Azira who raised her hands innocently. “Everyone knows you. Alpha Ryker's slave and the white…witchy.” My lips flew open. Then my eyes. Azira nudged his arm. “So sorry, mi lady.” He bowed dramatically grinning from ear to ear like he'd just said a midnight joke.

But love is forged through fire and flame, When Ryuki’s heart enters the frame. A dragon rider, fierce and brave, No king commands, no crown to crave. Skylar I wake up slowly. I can feel Cyryl’s head resting against my body. Her breathing is even so I know she’s asleep.

I called from the blanket where I sat with Sofia dozing against my shoulder, Skye beside me sipping lemonade like she hadn't slept properly in weeks, which, to be fair, she probably hadn't. "He loves it," Ryker said, not even looking my way, tossing Kingston again as our son squealed with pure joy, chubby fists waving. "He loves it until he spits up on you," Skye said dryly. "Which he's done twice already," Andrei added from where he was flipping something on the grill, grinning at Ryker's unbothered shrug. "Worth it," Ryker said, pulling Kingston into his chest and pressing a loud kiss to his cheek, earning another delighted shriek.

"And why is the Luna of this grand pack looking so.......grim?" She stiffened, hee senses on high alert. She slowly turned her head, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of Ryker standing behind her, a smug smirk plastered across his handsome features. Unlike Kael who was tall, lean but muscular with dark-ash gray hair and piercing glacier blue orbs. Ryker was tall and powerfully built, with a deceptive, almost theatrical charm. His long silver hair cascaded around his face, framed by a strong, almost too-prefect jawline. His molten, gold eyes, held a calculating glint.