Tony Rydinger Novels & Stories

"You've got quite the eye, Vance! Good taste." My face burned even hotter at the blunt teasing. "Shut your loud mouth," Ryder grumbled, though there was no real malice in his tone. He turned around, offering me a hand to help me up, then pulled me by the waist, pressing me possessively against his side. "Baby, ignore this idiot. This is Jason. My old best friend and hockey teammate from Canada." Jason extended his hand to me with a warm, golden-retriever-like smile that completely contrasted with my boyfriend's dark aura. "Jason. Specialist in pissing Ryder off, and the actual captain on the ice. It's nice to finally meet the angel who managed to melt this monster."

Rhyker took my arm while those two opened the door for him, we got inside of his luxury office, I gasped in fascination as I saw the big aquarium outside and a pool inside his office. A fucking pool! "You can make yourself comfortable." He said while tugging his tie off, he took off his blazer and the necklace that was on his forehead then sat down on his chair that was in the middle of the room. I stood there nervously while looking at the trophy back in the office, I walked close and touched one of the gold trophies that was standing in the middle for some reason. "That's a trophy that I won when I was only a kid. I played the violin and the piano in a competition." He commented, I hummed

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.

Everything is supposed to be temporary right? Name: Calder Rowe Age: 26 Position: Center Reputation: disciplined, controlled, brutal on ice, silent off it Personality: Calder doesn’t chase women. He’s the one member of his hockey team who doesn’t indulge in debauchery, He doesn’t flirt, he doesn’t take what could distract him. His entire life runs on control because he craves control and he believes control and discipline get things done.

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.

“Then we find him.” Valerian nodded once. “We will. I’ll send my men east. I know the tides better than anyone.” As they walked toward the exit, Alexandro paused. “Thank you… for not being who I thought you were.” Alexandro meant what he said, and he thinks about a saying that even in the toughest time, something good will happen, and this is what it is. Alexandro will be forever grateful for the help that Valerian is going to do.

He didn’t know why he was feeling restless. Ryder stood outside the front door, looking up into the sky. He took in a deep breath and let it out heavily. The army of Rocheveron and the ruckus they were causing at the Eldham border, he had be quiet about it for long, and that was what fueled their courage. He was not one to be quiet but he had other things to deal with, other things more important than going there himself to quiet things down. He believed in the capability of his soldiers there, Rocheveron would never be able to take control over Eldham no matter the number of attacks they staged.