Ryuk Novels & Stories

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

"I come in peace and wish only a few hours to visit my friends." "Uncle Tahr, you must come and see my new machine," Ashrac immediately responds and I can't help but smile. In dragon form I'm sure my smile looks ferocious and this just causes my sharp teeth to spread further. Ashrac is a young teenager now and is fascinated with electronic devices that don't work in the dragon realms. It's the magic that keep them from doing whatever they were designed to do. Ashrac doesn't care. A few years ago, I brought him a circular robot that cleans human floors in the earth's realm. You would think it was a mountain of gold by how much he coveted the useless item.

the man remarked with a lick of his lips. Black energy swirled constantly around the man, whose name was Halbert Joal. He was a core disciple of Cesun's Yellow Ghost Sacred Land. Possessing exceptional demonic abilities, his attainment level was only surpassed by the Evil Sect's chosen one. He served as the primary force sent by the Yellow Ghost Sacred Land to enter the Starry Sky Battlespace.

I froze the moment I recognized him. “Luther,” I whispered. Luther stepped ahead and tightened the rope in his hands before yanking it all at once. Connor choked. “Boss…!” Ryan exclaimed and retreated. Luther’s eyes dropped to my naked body, and fury burned in his eyes. He bent down and wrung Connor’s neck with a thick rope violently. I shrieked when Ryan appeared behind him with a gun.

“Come back and say that to my face like a real warrior, old man.” York darted to the right and ducked around a monolith, but instead of moving ahead, he turned on a dime and went in the opposite direction. Flynn came barreling outside the circle, finding himself farther behind. “Old man?” York laughed, sprinting faster. Just then a swift breeze cut across the lingering mists and with it York caught the vile scent of a Tsara—one of Heldon’s spiritual assassins whose bite delivered a fate worse than death by irrevocably turning their victims evil.

She opened her eyes to see that she was outside. ‘’How did I get here?’’ She questioned herself. ‘’You sleepwalked,’’ Kyro’s voice came. ‘’I did?’’ Riza got up and brushed her clothes off. Kyro moved towards her, then paused. ‘’You seemed different.’’ ‘’My name is Riza, Aurora’s wolf.’’ Kyro nodded, knowing what had happened. ‘’My human was Abel. He allowed me to take over without any hesitation.’’ ‘’Because it is in his nature, this one was a slave and didn’t know anything.’’

“YOU CAN NOT DO THAT TO ME NEO! I AM STILL YOUR SISTER, SHOW SOME MERCY!” An officer shouted at her to quieten down! Neo laughed sarcastically and then asked, “The same mercy you showed me? You see, people may think that you have some good in you, and there’s a possibility that you could change. Even these lovely ladies came with in the hope of sorting things out with you but you see, I haven’t told them yet about the monstrous things you have done since your youth and the truth behind why we never had a relationship, siblings normally would. You are a murderous, psychopath who does not deserve any bit of mercy! I have set up an appointment with the Chief of Police tomorrow morning to give

“Why does it matter to you?” Malachai smirks, his sharp features illuminated by the pale light. “Because you’re not the only ones with an interest in this Ailuranthrope. I’ve been working with a certain someone, a rather ruthless alpha with ties to magic that you witches would envy. He’s been searching for something… or rather, someone. And I have reason to believe that the Ailuranthrope you seek might just be the same person my dear Alpha Ryker has been obsessing over.”

"But you forgot one thing. I’m not the 'Bridge' anymore. I’m the End-User." The Synthesizer let out a blinding flash of violet-amber light, and when it faded, a single, towering figure stood in the center of the sector—a creature of obsidian bone, silver fur, and human eyes, carrying a stick made of Pure Deletion.