Ryth Novels & Stories

She snuggles under him and licks him playfully. “Alcinder, you will be able to transform into Fenrir and also fight as different entities for only a short period.” Alyssa continues. “But this must be done simultaneously if it is to work. A code word which is spellbound must be spoken before separation.” Alyssa went over to Fenrir and touched his head, rubbing it gently. Vesta lies restfully under Fenrir. Elektra felt a warm sensation spread through her chest. Her best friends finally found the peace they had sought. She hoped that everything would go smoothly from today.

He also got up while wiping his hands from the leaves and what was the orderly manner of gesturing to get up as well. She had been cycling for barely half an hour now. After eating honey and forcing herself to cycle, the demand for water had increased, but nowhere was there a river or a pond. Ayla was repeatedly rubbing her tongue over her dry lips. Grasis was also silent now because he was getting more and more thirsty. Ayla was looking around anxiously and now she was dancing with colorful spots in front of her eyes.

“Fuck, that’s good.” She sped up her movements, bobbing her head up and down over his length and hollowing her cheeks. The grip on her hair tightened and Jake shifted again. “Take a deep breath … when I hit the back of your throat again, swallow. You won’t be able to breathe, but I’ll pull back.”

Daisy takes out the available blankets and pillows in the boat and spreads them for Iris lying down on. Daisy also lays down, and wants to take a nap again. But before she ties a string two people’s wrists together. Avoiding bad situations. She wanted to see herself in that dream last night. Why does it repeat so many times and she can’t remember anything as soon as she wakes up. Too weird.

“But you and him, it would be different. Tyrith always did what you asked him. I bet he would come if you asked him. No, if you call him right now and say ‘Tyrith, I need you’, he would be here faster than the speed of light. If they locked the two of you in a room, Tyrith would let you dominate him. But what I can’t stop trying to imagine is how he looks in bed. Do those round eyes glow with his arousal? Does his smooth whisky colored skin get red? Do his cheeks get flush? Those lips. Perfect lips. They always were red. Do they get crimson when he’s kissed? What do his pheromones smell like when he’s turned on? Does he let it loose or does he conserve it? What…” I tried not to hear what els

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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.

Rising. Always.