Ryker Skye Novels & Stories

You could say this was the first civil conversation we ever had. Ryder nodded. “Yes. But… I've never acted on those feelings. I've been too scared.” “Of what?” Before I could stop myself, I had already asked the question. Ryder's eyes met mine, and he let out a sigh. “Afraid of being rejected, of being hurt. Afraid of…identifying as gay. I… I have always loved women, Omegas. But he's an alpha. We are both alphas. It just won't work.”

Us males are always the ones that are right, in control and have all the power! I know from my little conversation with James that Skyler is terrified of an Alpha's aura, so I can use that to my advantage. I smile to myself as I realise her mates are all Alphas and powerful ones at that. Maybe I can get revenge on them as well as her by making her absolutely terrified of being anywhere near them. I then pick up the phone on my desk, press autodial 4 and wait for an answer, which he does on the second ring, "I need to know what events are coming up in the Royal Blood Moon pack..."

Skyla tilts her head as she does a slow once over. Oh, shoot. “Who is this Your- Alpha Royce?” Owen asks, clearly concerned about the company. “My mate, Skyla Silara Rossi, the daughter of the Lycan King Alejandro Rossi.”

Kyle hiked with Rynd and his men up a rocky hill on the Isle of Lewis. It had been a long flight to get here, and as they had flown over the Isle of Skye, Kyle had wondered about the wisdom of Rynd’s plan. Kyle had wanted to just dive down right there and launch a direct attack on Skye. But Rynd had insisted that was not the best approach; he had claimed that Skye was protected from vampire attack by an invisible shield. Rynd had suggested another, more devious, way.

A massive dragon loomed over me. My eyes caught Trevor on the mountain. He watched the disaster from above, his gaze never straying to the little farm we once shared. It was like I was invisible to him. I was about to cry for help when a cold hand shut my voice. A man’s husky voice came from behind. “Who are you trying to reach for help?” Ryker’s fang glinted in the dark. It took one slash for Ryker to decapitate the dragon, and he took me up to the sky.

"What is this? You're betraying us?" "Not really. It's nothing personal, we just have a common goal. You see in exchange of killing JD and soon Arthur- both the strongest dragons here, the wolves decided to help me finish off Lyanna. The wolves have no interest in a dragon slayer if a goblin like me can find a way to kill those dragons anyway." Skye chuckles as she sits casually ------- Skye Bloom I watched as the headmistress grits her teeth as she is helpless being surrounded by the wolves with no way out. The only exit was blocked by none other than herself. She used mercury to seal them shut tightly.

She smiled gracefully and said, “Since my injury has been healed, I won’t bother you anymore, Dr. Yarde. “I still have to deal with some affairs at the lodge, so I’ll be back to see you again when I’m done managing those affairs, Dr. Yarde.” Christine left with Eira while Skye stayed because he had already committed himself to Kayson. On the other hand, Skye had already advanced to become a grandmaster yesterday night! Kayson checked the time and discovered that it was almost noon already. He was planning on getting lunch before he headed back to the company.

“I’m a Shadowsynger, Brie. Slipping into the shadows–being an actual shadow–is what I was made to do. You can’t fault me for that, just like the family can’t take fault in what I like to do in my free time. Blake’s mess, Maeve’s scandal, and your disappearance gives me more freedom than I’ll ever have again. I’m enjoying it while it lasts.” Skye rushes up to Brie to show her a shell Kieran just found. Kieran isn’t far behind, and he beams up at Skye like she’s the salt of the earth. He’s surprisingly calm around her, and being calm hasn’t ever been part of his nature. I’ve wondered, over the last two days the kids have been here, whether Skye is just his new best friend, or if the little mys

New. "Sure," she said eventually, glancing at Mia for backup. They found a table in the back, their usual spot since Harper had mentally exiled herself from Jaxon’s friend circle. Ryker sat beside her without asking, launching straight into questions about school clubs, senior traditions, and whether there were any decent hiking trails nearby. "Wait," Mia said, pointing her straw at him. "You hike?" Ryker nodded. "A lot. My dad’s military. We’ve bounced around everywhere—Colorado, Arizona, North Carolina. I’m basically part goat at this point.”

“Wanting doesn’t make things simple.” “I know,” he said quickly, as if afraid she might stop him from speaking. “But I had to know if you were alright.” Skye let out a soft laugh, short and humorless. “I’m a bartender in a pack town crawling with spies, mercenaries, and Desmond’s loyal dogs. ‘Alright’ is relative.” “That’s exactly why—” “No.” The interruption was sharp enough to make Mira flinch. “That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be here,” Skye said.