Ryle Novels & Stories

Still, I was relieved that it wasn't as bad as the dark room. "You're his beta, aren't you?" I said to Jared as he opened the window. "That, I am" he responded. "My name is..." He cut me off with a grin. "Rylee Shaw. Born on the thirteenth day of October, 2001. Daughter of Laura and Robert Shaw. Has two siblings; a younger brother and a younger sister" I blinked. "Wow, you sure did a lot of background check" I commented. "It's something I had to do" he said and I nodded.

NATHAN I try to concentrate my anger into a clenched fist. "Collins?" I say. The guy next to her turns to me first. "Ryan?" She widens her eyes and waves to the two people behind me. I stare at her, letting her know that I want an explanation. "Michael, this is Nathan Ryan, my boss. Mr. Ryan, Michael Grey, an old friend." Grey? That name... The Grey from the party? The college buddy.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

It’s Kyle. ---

“Little wolfless.” Lyra's whole bones melted. Wolfless, that's what he had just Said. Do they think she's a taboo too? Are they gonna want to kill her too? “My name is Lyra,” she whimpered, trying to stand straight even though her whole body hurt. One of the guys must be Erix - she was having a hard time remembering their names. Erix - the one with the red eyes and red streaks in his hair. Tyson - the one with the purple eyes.

anyone fucking touch her and she did. Big fucking mistake. Whitney will have to face me and the wrath of my anger. Sierra has yet to learn the truth that I’m her cousin and not her brother. My parents died when I was a baby and my aunt raised as her own at the age of sixteen. Lily’s parents got mixed up into a world they shouldn’t have one that was ruled by a shapeshifter, a dominant Alpha that sold all the residents' daughters and the boys had to work for him. My biological father Wyatt ran away with the Alpha’s purchased play toy Noel that caused his death and my biological mother Noel lost her life to protect me from that world. Aunt Lily was purchased by the powerful Lycan King Archer Is

explained Zoey. "Continue?" I'm curious about what's next. “Three of the four Ryg's members don't wear masks which means their faces can be recognized by the public. One day, four members of Ryg's visited Arynn House. Three of them I recognized as Big K, Santos, and Cole. That means, one other member is Che himself. And that's you," Zoey explained at length. "That's right," I said. "What are you going to do after this?" Zoey asked.

he gasped. “Yes.” Lylah wiped her tears and crouched down as the boy approached. He stopped right in front of her, staring at her with those mixed-ringed amber and silver eyes. “Hey, Rheal—” Lylah’s voice trembled. “Why are you crying?” he asked quietly, his voice filled with concern. “I’m happy,” Lylah sniffled. “I’m happy you’re here.” “Me too,” Rheal smiled. “I guess this is the part where we hug?”

A knock on the door interrupts our conversation. “Come in,” Caelan called out. The door opens, and a girl walks in. It was Lyra. This was my first time meeting her in close proximity. I have only seen her from a distance while I investigated her. She bowed slightly and said, “You called for me.” “Yes, I did.” Caelan replied. “I wanted to speak to you.” He looked at me. “Thorne. This is Lyra; she came along with us from the Moonveil pack.”

“I’m alone. I’m… not here to fight, unless I have to.” They hesitated, exchanging a glance, then nodded. One of them—a tall, lean figure with sharp eyes—spoke. “You’re Silver, aren’t you? The one surviving the streets alone?” I nodded cautiously, assessing. “That’s me. And you are?” “Call me Rylen,” the taller one said, voice measured. “This is Kira. We… know about the hunters, about the escalating dangers. We’ve been tracking movements, patterns, whispers. You’ve been active in the city, surviving encounters. That takes skill.”