Ryle Kincaid Novels & Stories

It felt more like he was scared of something Killian might have known… As soon as the lecture ended, Killian was swallowed by a crowd of businessmen eager to talk to Blair Digital's CEO, while I used that moment to find a quiet corner and do a little bit of research on Ryder Phillips. The first that popped up were the things I had already known. Ryder Phillips was the son of former District Attorney Maverick Phillips. Ryder had a year older brother, Riley Phillips, who also went to Flower Hills Private High School.

He scratched me with his hypocrisy. “Stop mocking me. Shouldn’t you be giving me your rubbish advice?” “I told you my real expertise is not giving advice, but one thing I can tell you is to follow your guts, Clyve. I wonder why you haven’t encountered Lyndon Bloom through your social media. Anyway, did you check Ry-Ry’s Insta? Sweet baby, my girl just posted her picture with Arella. Love that girl so much it bloody hurts.” I looked at Skip. His different colored eyes were glossy with pride and love towards his girls. He definitely loved his child and Arella, no doubt. His life is perfect. And he just shoved it right into my face.

“Then stand by me. Not as a soldier. Not as a pawn. As a sister. Though I do not trust you a hundred percent and I know that you understand that very well, I want to be able to do so.” She nodded, slowly. I exhaled, watching the final mourners walk away from Caleb’s grave. The earth was still fresh. Still unsettled. Like us. “Come on,” I said, turning toward the house. “This war isn’t going to wait for us to heal. And neither are the monsters hiding in that mist. There are things for us to prepare and are standing back here is not going to help anything.” “That I agree with. But first I'm going to need to check on Lysandra. Do you want to come with me?”

To him, the eggs are not a prize, But children born beneath the skies. He fights to free them, wing and scale, A rider sworn to truth’s own tale. Skylar ‘How are you feeling? I was worried about you,’ Cyryl says as I lean against her body. She wraps her tail protectively around me as we watch Bynjym rise high into the sky. ‘I slept well, better than I expected honestly.’ ‘You like Ryuki,’ she states.

His mouth twitched. “You mean Adrian?” “So you know him.” “I know who he is.” “That was not what I asked.” Kylian folded his arms. “Adrian Hale. Son of Mooncrest’s Gamma. Trained with their warriors, handles diplomatic security, and has known Mary Ann since they were children.” Children. The word irritated me more than it should have. “How close are they?” Kylian turned slowly. “You are asking a lot of questions for someone who does not care about his wife.” “I care about security.”

Or if Mason and Jessy were simply that good at hiding it. "Five minutes," Marcus announced, and a ripple of tension went through the crowd. Lyra's heart began to pound. This was it. The Lycan King was almost here. She found herself thinking about Eleanor's warning again. Every action creates ripples. Every change you make will have consequences you cannot predict. The King's visit was one of those ripples, she was certain. Something she'd done, some change she'd made, had created a butterfly effect that led to this moment. But what? And what other changes had she triggered without knowing?

Kyle himself didn’t believe the Grail existed—but he knew that was the bait needed to convince Rynd. Kyle swallowed. “Caitlin—the girl I’ve come back in time to find—she is on a quest for the ancient shield. And she can’t find that shield without first finding the Grail. I know it to be true. Even now, her path is set in motion to find it. I’ve come to stop her. And I need you to help me.” “Why don’t you just kill her yourself?” Rynd snarled. “Have you become that old and weak and stupid that you cannot achieve anything on your own?”

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

I just smiled at him sadly because I feel so tired right now that I can't even move my lips. "It's time, they're all gone," Kendrick said in a voice full of hope. Maybe if there's anything good had happened to me in this place for almost a year, it's probably meeting Kendrick. He's kind and caring to me, that I can't help but wonder if he's Benjie's legitimate son. Kendrick always gives me water and food secretly, he also helps me escape this place but all of our plans didn't work out. Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters.