Ryth Novels & Stories

Red eye weren't close at all. A week of being in a closed room, and I was getting frustrated. I was properly fed and by now, it was only scare that covered a major part of my body. It's being a week I've gone to school and anyone was yet to reach out to me. By anyone, I meant Shirley and her dad. Mr. Red eye also seemed to be avoiding me, which I wasn't pleased with. There was something in me that always wanted to see him at all times.

Jones returns to her desk. “Hey Rhonda.” Here we go again. “It’s Onda, get it right.” “Sorry, it’s such an odd name that it doesn’t stick.” Alexa snickers. “Or maybe you’re just plain stupid.” I murmur to myself. “You still have this dye in. Come on, silver hair dye died ages ago, you should keep up.” This time it’s Tracy, who’s on my right, while Alexa laughs on my left. I try my best to ignore them and concentrate but their high-pitched laughter is making my ears itch.

There was nothing. Spotless. Raine was a person that looked expensive. I was one to notice what she was wearing just like everyone else, but I saw the wandering of her eyes. When she knew she was right, and had a ground to stand tall on, she never blinked. When she was uncomfortable, she'd roll her eyes before breaking eye contact. Many people would take that as Raine shrugging them off, but he from what he could gather, it was something that she did to hide her self consciousness.The truth it, she didn’t know how to react, and the rolling of her eyes, was the one thing that would get her out of whatever situation she was in.

Aisha POV: ‘He hung up the call’ I spoke in my mind, I kept staring at my phone screen in haze mind when a Porsche came and stopped in front of me “babe get in….” Michael said peeking through passenger side window, I hoped in his car and we drive off “Is everything fine?” Michael spoke with concern look “AAhmm… Not sure, I called my Mom but she didn’t respond so I called papa and…” I spoke “And what?” Michael questioned staring at road ahead “And someone named RAVAN responded through his phone” I replied “RAVAN? What kind of name is that?” Michael questioned with amused smile “well, I am not 100% sure but it is an Indian Mythological character from Ramayan ?”

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.

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Aynyra sped up the motion, sliding her fingers, occasionally pinching to send a vibration over Rhae's body. Aynyra felt Rhae's own hand reach down and slowly rub over Aynyra's clit. Rhaenyx trembled, her moans growing loud as Aynyra rewarded her with a faster motion, building and building the sensation upwards. Aynyra released her own moan as Rhae made a circle over Aynyra's clit, rolling it under her fingers. Aynyra rewarded the sensation by sliding her fingers back into Rhae's folds. Aynyra slid her fingers inside of Rhae, feeling the warmth pulsing through Rhae's pussy. Aynyra used her thumb to continue rubbing along Rhae's clit, forcing on her two incredible sensations that Rhae couldn't

“We have a long way to go so just-” “ALL MY LIFE, YOU STOOD BY ME WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS EVER BEHIND ME.” “Yes!” Seb literally yelled. “That’s the spirit oh my God. WITH YOUR LOVE, NOBODY CAN DRAG ME DOWN.” “ALL MY LIFE, YOU STOOD BY ME-” “Yes, yes, WAS EVER BEHIND ME,” Seb excitedly hyped Alex up as he sang along. “Okay, here we go. The highlight. You ready? WITH YOUR LOVE, NOBODY CAN in 3,2,1-”

Done. The nursemaid gives them water. The children sip—no spilling. Their hands are coordinated, cups steady. That’s not typical at six months, but here, it’s “standard.” In the rune chamber, Rhaell stands on the main stone. Beside the chalk markings, new thin lines: pulse-like notches along the edge of the stone, in four quadrants. “The house rhythm is steady,” he says before I can ask. “The eastern perimeter is sensitive as usual, but there’s no pressure today.” He holds his staff to the edge of the stone—small blue spark, then gone. “The lunar cycle is visible on the stone. We prepare.”

Echoes of chanting drifted up from below—low rhythmic words that made the stone hum. Riven whispered. “Cells are down the spiral stair. Violet light ahead.” We descended fast. The air grew colder thicker with the stink of old iron and burnt herbs. At the bottom the lower hall opened wide. Nyra knelt in the center of a fresh-carved ritual circle. The fragment stone glowed violent purple in her hands pressed to the floor. Thorn stood inside the bars of his cell chains still on but cracking visibly along the links. Violet energy snaked from the stone into the metal feeding the fractures.