Ryth Novels & Stories

before. @cycy

Echo held her hands up , in a motion to calm me “I think you should just calm the fuck down and think rationally about this” “Think rationally?” I scoffed “there is no rationality where Kain Griffin is involved” I let out a groan and clutched my head as a wave of pain rolled from the back of my head. I’ve definitely had too much to drink “God, I just want this to end” I let out in a defeated voice. The bartender came over, a bottle of vodka in his hand “Refill ladies?” I shook my head “No thanks, A glass of water would be nice”

Rachel “Jayce, are you going to tell me where the heck has been driving us for a long time?” I sighed, resting my head on the headrest. “Calm down and just relax,” Jayce said, giving me a small smile before turning his focus to the road. “It’s been one hour,” I complained. “No, to mention this place looks pretty damn scary,” “It’s not scary, it’s calming.” I scanned his face, only to find him smiling. “Calming yeah, more like horrifying,”

"Fight!" Rylan's hands moved with purpose, dancing over the wound as his whispers grew more urgent. The light from his hands pulsed in rhythm with Brock's heartbeat, a symphony of life against the looming specter of death. The minutes dragged on, each passing second a weight upon my chest. The golden energy woven by Rylan now cradled Brock's form, enveloping him in its protective cocoon. A bead of sweat rolled down Rylan's temple, a testament to the effort and sheer force of will he was exerting. The room was charged with a kind of electric tension, as if the air itself were waiting for Brock's fate to be sealed.

"Folgerous incantum, velaris mactum, elysium profundum, adveho umbram. Invictus potentia, animus obscurum, tenebris adficio, veneficus summus. Animaque regia, in tenebris ambulare, umbrae dominus." The chant continued, the words flowing together in a mesmerizing rhythm. The man's hands moved gracefully in the air, tracing intricate patterns that seemed to correspond with the syllables he uttered. The room itself seemed to quiver in response, and Elvie couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

RUT KNOT! Possess your mate!

Hoping it was enough. Knowing it might not be. Trying anyway. Always. Forever. Until the end. Whatever that was. Wherever that led. Tomorrow.

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

The door creaked open and in came Rafe, I recognized his shoes. "Boss, there's an important matter we need to discuss." Rafe carefully told me. "I'm listening," I blankly uttered. I briefly looked up at him and noticed that it had become light outside again. Thousands of people dies and the world keeps spinning and the sun keeps shining. It must be some kind of sick joke that the universe keeps making. Over and over again. "It's Hera." Rafe uttered and my head shot up at him. I frowned before getting up from where I was sitting and frowned at him.

he announced, “and Alpha Theron of the Ironclaw. You will fight under ancient law. No weapons. No interference. To the death, or surrender.” Ryu didn’t flinch. Theron grinned like a man already victorious. Before the fight, there was a ritual. One that hadn’t been done in generations. The Bonding of the Soul, meant to draw strength from Luna. I didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to stand in the center of that bloody place and give the crowd more reason to stare. But Ryu turned to me, and his hand reached out. “I need you,” he said softly. I nodded.