Tony Rydinger Novels & Stories

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

A deep voice husked and her eyes shot straight to meet with jade green ones and she tensed up. The guy was now facing her as he lazily leaned against the slab. She was taken off-guard by his looks. He appears to be a complete replica of Rasmus. His height and build were the same, massive, and impressive as Rasmus, but this guy has jade green eyes, so cold and cruel. There was a tribal tattoo starting from the left of his neck and disappearing into his grey T which aligned with his muscular body like a second skin, she noticed the words tattooed on the knuckles of his left hand.

using only one word responses will get on his nerves but I’m hoping he has enough brains to understand that it’s easier to not get detected. “ it doesn’t look like he’s going to change course at all you have been walking in the same direction for about 3 hours now.” I heard Ryan say “ hey char, maybe you can kick one of those rocks and hit him in the back of the head” Creed laughed “ Will you both shut up!? This isn’t time to play games” Alex growled I don’t have to see them to know that Ryan nodded and Creed stuck his tongue out at him.

And then him. Ryder. He stepped out from the back room, wiping his hands on a black towel. Tall—easily six-three—broad shoulders filling out a fitted black tee, sleeves rolled to show forearms covered in intricate sleeves that disappeared under the fabric. Dark hair pushed back, stubble shadowing his jaw, a single silver ring in his left eyebrow. His eyes—storm-gray—locked on mine and didn't look away. "Mia?" His voice was low, gravelly, like smoke over stones.

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

The second Kade Volkov stepped onto my ice I knew he was going to wreck my entire world. The Scotiabank Arena thundered around me as I glided out for warm ups. Twenty eight years old and captain of the Toronto Blades. The C on my jersey felt heavier than usual tonight. Fans screamed my name from every corner like I was some kind of hero. I waved back with the same smile I always gave them but inside my gut twisted. One slip up and my fathers voice would echo again. Do better. Be perfect. Dont let the name Ryder fall.

I fail embarrassingly. Ryder’s dad is on his way out when we get to the door. He is a big, cheerful man with the same easy smile as his son. Years ago, he used to be a hockey legend, one of the league’s most feared defensemen before the Bennett-Monroe scandal that people no longer talk about, the main reason Ryder and Miles don’t see eye to eye. “You must be the girl who got my son glued to his phone all the time,” he says, shaking my hand firmly, then glances at Ryder. “And grooming himself a lot more.”