Ryker Web Novels & Stories

His wolf was a dark brown, the same color as his hair, and stood about as tall as a horse. Ryker was the middle child and he was one hundred percent Fae. He didn’t have a drop of wolf blood in him. That’s not saying that he wasn’t powerful because he was. His power wasn’t quite as strong as Mom’s, but he was quite a bit stronger than the other Fae. He had all the powers of both courts, but the only thing he was unable to do was use ice. He could frost things over, but try hard as he could he could not make ice. The court was still shocked that he could even use any of the Useelie powers, so I think he ended up with a good set of powers.

He said. “No problem, we’ve got several teams already put together and ready for just these kinds of occasions.” Ryker smiled. “I even have the omegas trained to be able to defend themselves. I’ve given them instructions on what to do if they’re put in a compromising position.” He said with a big grin. Ryle smiled at her brother, “I was wondering if you did that yet.” She said. “Did what?” Ryder questioned.

His eyes burned with raw possession as he leaned in, lips brushing my ear. I shook my head, panic and fury rising. “No,” I snapped, voice cracking. “I’d rather go home and face everything in Mooncrest than stay here and be used as your sex toy.” The words hit him hard. Ryker’s expression darkened instantly. The playful hunger vanished, replaced by cold anger. His jaw clenched as he stepped closer, towering over me. “You think I’m just using you?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Fine.” He placed the box on the desk beside me.

"You are a true Luna, Kiera. The divine conduit of our salvation. When you come into the fullness of your power, not even Damien will be able to stand against you." His callused thumbs stroked across the delicate skin of her cheekbones, leaving trails of tingling fire in their wake. Kiera's breath caught in her throat, her heart slamming against the inside of her ribcage. "There's something else I need to tell you," Ryker said quietly, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. "Something I've been holding back out of respect for your training and the gravity of our situation." Kiera swallowed hard, her pulse pounding in her veins. "What is it?"

Even though I badly need answers on who the fuck Ryker is and what ties or whatever he wants with Layla, I will not push Erin to give me those answers if he is not ready. The boy has gone through so much trauma, and I need him in his best mind to help me against Ryker only if he can handle it. I know he is strong, maybe not so much as his sister, but he is brave nonetheless. “Ryker is pure evil,” I listen to him boldly speaking up finally, “Ryker is not just some rogue leader with anger issues. He’s the head of a trade. Slaves. Captives. Torture for hire. He takes in the broken, the unwilling, and the desperate, and turns them all into currency.”

Ryker rasped, hissing. "Oh you love to kiss her but don't wanna mate?" "Larkspur…." "What more do you want, RK? What's holding you back?" Ryker shook his head, drifting his attention back to the laptop's screen. He refused to answer Larkspur's question but deep inside of him, he could feel a sense of vulnerability. "I'm just staying away from trouble!" Ryker clarified. "What trouble?" His wolf pried, wanting to know every single thing.

"Mags?" She shook her head. "No. But I just wanted to establish who is who and what is what. Makes for fewer misunderstandings down the line." Ryker thumbed the hammer back down, lowered the gun. After shoving the gun somewhere I couldn't see, he took a couple steps forward, stretched his hand out to Arkady. "Then welcome to my house. That's my wife, Willow. I'm Ryker." Arkady slowly put his hand into Ryker's. "Arkady Weber."

"You made that very clear six years ago." "You have every claim," Ryker corrected. "You're my fated mate, the mother of my son, and the only woman I've ever actually wanted even when I was too stupid to admit it." "You wanted me so much you paid me to leave," Kyra said bitterly. "I was terrified of what you made me feel," Ryker said. "I was twenty-four and convinced I needed a powerful mate to maintain my alpha status, and you were this nineteen-year-old omega who made me want to throw away everything I'd worked for just to keep you safe."

Yet, I still worry about them from time to time and whatever secret operation that requires all four of them is obviously deadly. “Come here.” Ryker's voice pulls me from my thoughts. He taps his lap, I make quick, moving into his lap. He fixes his headphones on me and types a few passwords into his laptop. Three to be exact and they open one file, with various videos in it. “I found some videos on the dark web. These are horrible birdie, I simply-” “Let me see.” I cut his sentence short. I think I know what this is it, but I must confirm it is.

I would like to introduce you to RYKER, his wolf CHRISTOPHER and his vampire JACK he is an Alpha Werewolf-Vampire hybrid, he is the eldest son of Princess Scarlett and former Alpha Wade of the Blue Moon Pack, no one knows this but his mother, father, grandparents and Theodore's mate Tina the Alpha's daughter. Being the son of an Alpha makes his wolf Christopher an Alpha and therefore makes him stronger than a normal werewolf. His vampire Jack is not very strong but is the source of Ryker's hybrid gift of sight. He is on a journey to find his mother, who was taken by someone that was meant to protect her. Ryker has been having dreams of his mother and a mystery female. Little does he know he