Ryth Novels & Stories

he argued and I growled at his words. He shot me a look and sighed. "You know that it's true, even if you don't want to admit it. The second she and I could mind link, we were connected. She may not be my mate from the Moon Goddess but we still belong together. There has never been a case of two wolves having what we have and while it's not the same as a mate bond, its a spiritual bond. It's something we can't ignore and it's something you can't choose to ignore no matter how much you want to. She and I belong next to each other. I am made to protect her, to save her and she is meant to do the same for me. I can't explain it." he replied honestly.

They stand—no, they are—a family in lupine form, shoulders touching, breaths synced in a rhythm older than words. Then, as the ritual’s energy peaks, golden lines begin to thread through the silver moonlight. They arc from each wolf, connecting them to Thalia, glowing brighter with each beat of her chant. The lines quiver, alive, as if carrying currents of love, memory, and oath. Thalia’s hands tremble faintly, her face serene but strained, as the gold weaves into an intricate pattern over Amara, protective and binding.

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

Ryder I growled low against her ear, “Come for me,” the words scorching her skin, but I didn’t let her break yet. I held her right on the edge, savoring every desperate clench of her pussy around my cock. Her inner walls gripped me like a fist, hot, slick, pulsing wildly, trying to pull me over with her. I pulled back slowly, torturously, letting her feel every thick inch drag out of her, then slammed back in with brutal force, bottoming out so hard her whole body jolted. I set a punishing rhythm — deep, controlled, relentless — each thrust angled to hit that swollen spot inside her that made her eyes roll back and her mouth fall open in broken cries.

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

The rift trembles, its chaos surging, but my hymn holds, a thread of hope. Cassia and Renn rally the group at the nexus, their relics forming a radiant circle—Cassia’s fire-etched blade, Renn’s radiant orbs, Sylvara’s vine-wreathed staff, Lysara’s frost-ring, Valthor’s starlit helm, Lirien’s tablet. Cassia’s fire surges, her voice commanding. “Veil, endure!” Renn’s hymn rises, his relics flaring, his voice steady. “Hold, for Aelys!” Sylvara’s vines weave wards, her voice faint but firm. “The cosmos fights with us.” Lysara’s frost-ring pulses, her blade slashing a beast, her voice sharp. “For redemption!” Valthor’s starlit blade flashes, his voice resolute. “For unity!” Maddox’s shadows coil,

He plunged them in αnd out‚ curling them just right to hit thαt spot thαt mαde my vision blur. "Oh yes! Yes! Right there‚ Ryαn! Oh fuck! F-FUCK!!" I cried out‚ my voice echoing in the cαr αs wαves of heαt built inside me. His fingers pumped fαster‚ stretching me‚ filling me with thαt brutαl rhythm.

was the last thing I heard her say before slipping to the back of my mind. Going up the stairs to the bathroom to dress for bed, after finishing in the bathroom by candlelight I dressed in an old wore out t-shirt that fell mild thigh and a black bra and panties. Pulling my long light brown curly hair up in a high bun on top of my head making it look like a pineapple. With the moonlight shining in the window, my skin glowed like a honey color making my green eye and large tattoos look different, and out of place due to the fact that I'm five seven. Taking a looking at myself in the mirror thinking how I have changed physically and mentally, before crawling into bed saying to myself in a whisp