Voice Of Raya Novels & Stories

No matter the cost. He loves him, that much is obvious. ******* "Boys!!" The voice of Raya echoed throughout the entire building. *************** TO BE CONTINUED

Ruya said " Yes, I do, and Ruya they have names," I said so do you mind being nice enough to call them by their names? " Sorry little princess, remember Reseller the fortune teller, and Raya the little girl you saved from those kidnappers and who actually turned out to be the fortune teller's daughter," Ruya said. " Yes, yes I do," I said smiling " Remember when she said that If you need any help you could come look for her at her home, right, " Ruya said

No one touched her shoulder, no one offered a whisper of comfort. “She’s the Luna,” someone else whispered. A faceless voice in the growing crowd. “She has to live.” “Of course she does,” Raya muttered bitterly. “She’s the chosen one.” “You’re special,” another piped up. “You’ll survive. You always do.” That was the knife. “Because I suffer in silence!” Raya cried, fury breaking through the fog of disbelief. “Because no one ever cares what it costs me! You call me special, but what you really mean is useful. You mean disposable.”

“Congratulations. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” “Then you can’t break the promise of making a cake for us, Emma. I want you to be here with us,” Raya said, and I nodded in agreement. “Of course, anything for you two,” I promised, pushing my pinky finger to the screen. Raya smiled with a look of contentment in her eyes. I just couldn’t believe they found each other. It was so beautiful to see. Raya’s eyes moved to Ryan, who played behind me, and her eyes were sad, like she wanted to say something but was holding back. “Hey, have you contacted Rowa?”

Raya nodded and brought me a cell phone. " Who is She?" She asked, and her nosey question irritated me. It was annoying that she couldn't see we were not in the mood to answer questions. " A friend," I replied, and she had a knowing look on her face " Raygon will never accept a human as queen. The kingdom is already hanging in the balance. This will split us up," She warned, trying to sound concerned, but I could see through her facade. " Mind your business, Raya," I warned her.

The breeze didn’t bite, the birds weren’t chirping like they were on meth, and I was just about to lose myself in that rare moment when I heard the damn heels. Click. Click. Click. Fuck, I didn’t even need to look. My smile died before I opened one eye. Raya. She stood there like she was waiting for me to beg her to speak, I didn’t move I just looked ahead, trying to pretend the sun was more interesting than whatever drama she came with this time. “Well?” I muttered, my tone low and flat. “What can I do for you on this beautiful, sunny-ass day?” She folded her arms, her lips pressed tight. “When are we going back home?”

"Hello." "Eddy, I'm sorry," Raya's voice came through, soft and full of emotion. I wanted to end the call the moment I heard her voice, but I didn’t. "Please stop ignoring me, you've been doing that since I left New York. I just want to hear your voice and know that you're okay." "You don’t have to apologize, Raya. You went after what you wanted. I hope your mom is happy now?" I muttered. "Eddy, it’s not what you think..."

I declared. Talia beamed with a wide grin. "This is a most welcome development, Your Majesty. May your reign and hers be prosperous." I nodded in acknowledgment. "Um, but, Your Majesty. Could you please tell us about who she is? Her background plays a big role in the people's willingness to accept her." The other lords nodded at what lord Finch said. "I guess I owe you all that much," I shrugged. "Raya hails from Ravenhill and is the daughter of a beta. But I'm sure you already know that, don't you, Lord Finch?"

Lyra reached my side, and I took her hand, raising it slightly as the applause began to subside. “Tonight,” I said, addressing the crowd once more, “we celebrate not only Lyra’s return but also the future of our pack. The goddess has blessed us with a gift, a sign of hope and prosperity.” I turned to Lyra, who gave me a small nod before stepping back toward the entrance. A moment later, she returned, cradling our son, Leo, in her arms. The sight of them together was enough to silence the crowd, the air thick with awe and reverence.