Tone Rion Novels & Stories

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

His body was centimeters away from mine, his hand on the door next to my face. “Call me, Nick.” He smiled and seemed to relax. “Although, Mr. Thorn from your lips does sound very sexy.” “You do realise there is an unbalance here again?” I pointed out. He tilted his head. “You said you would sweeten the deal after the dance, that got interrupted. Now because of that interruption I am stood here in front of you unmasked and here you are still masked.” “That is very true.” His smile this time was accompanied by a devilish look in his eyes. “How about we correct all of that now?”

His fur was a deep rust color, almost black in places, and his eyes—cold, ancient, soulless—locked onto Thorne. And the warriors behind me instinctively backed away. “He’s the Rogue Alpha,” one of them whispered. “No,” Thorne said, voice hardening, “he’s a challenge.” And without hesitation, he dismounted and stepped forward, shedding his cloak with slow precision. He didn’t even look back as he muttered one command. “Nobody interferes.” The rogue didn’t wait. With a snarl that shook the ground, he shifted mid-leap—his bones cracking as the transformation consumed him.

Damien Here in Axelland, my excitement was palpable. I stood in my office, pacing for some time, then stopping to think about something. Rowan, leaned against the desk, watching me with an amused expression. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” he said, smirking. “Calm down, Damien. Everything is under control.” I shot him a look. “I can’t calm down, Rowan. Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve seen Lyra? And I’ve never even met my son. My son, Rowan. I’m about to meet him for the first time. How am I supposed to stay calm?”

“Ronan.” *** Thoughts??? ***

I glanced over to Riona who stood by the side, looking confused as to how to handle the situation. There's a part of you you're hiding Riona and I'm gonna figure it out while making you mine along with it. **

Orion That night, my phone buzzes, pulling me out of the quiet that settled in after my call with Nero and Aeron. I don’t recognize the number, but something in my gut tells me to answer. “Yeah?” I growl, my voice low, not in the mood for whatever this is. “Orion.” The voice on the other end is shaky, barely recognizable. But I know it’s him. Zane. I freeze, my grip on the phone tightening. “What the fuck do you want?”

All he needed was to get out of this creepy forest. He had run for quite some time when a clearing appeared in front of him. Riyin, renewed by the new sight, made for the patch of clear grass ahead of him. He was so relieved that he didn’t hear the soft whooshing sound of a rope beating the air as it swirled round and round, faster with each succession. Riyin was about to burst out through the forest when a noose caught his left heel and tightened. Riyin fell to the ground with a scream. He remained there for a few seconds, trying to regain himself when the rope tightened and pulled him backward.

Her eyebrows drew together slightly, studying me as if trying to figure out what game I was playing. “Totally into indie pop and chill. But a good hip-hop beat? That’s a turn-on.” Her tone lightened, finally. “Nice,” I said, relieved. “I’m a rock girl through and through, but that’s no surprise, huh?” She smiled back, the tension in her shoulders finally softening. “So… do you rhyme, too?” I nudged her playfully while she looked at me with a frown. “A bit,” she admitted, looking down but clearly pleased with herself. I have to resist the urge to fist bump the air – God, I love when my intuition nails it. I just toss out the first random thought that hits me, and half the time it lands like s