Novels by Ryoshi

"No! Absolutely not!”It was morning, and Eliezer was not the least bit amused by the stubbornness of his companion as she looked at him with those soft blue eyes swirling with a harbor mist which penetrated him, piercing straight to his heart, and blinked.“No! You are a

Benjamin stood at the height of the hill above Elkshire giving to the men who came pure white garments of sparkling pyrite which he and Eliezer had made from the materials which the men from Laoce offered. They had received a steady stream of travelers there throughout the days of their renewed presence in Elkshire, and the later they came, the more ragged they appeared.Then came some men from Asrymn on the second day, they having decided to tarry three in accordance with Representative McFarland's original timeline, and approached their prince with a humble weariness. These men were a

She had never seen so many people from so many diverse regions, pasts, and occupations. Even in Pyre, there had never been such unity among the people, despite the government's efforts to make everyone the same. Here, it was different. There was something more genuine, and Avera knew that she liked it much better than Zephyr's form of unity among men.There was work going on to bury the dead there in Elkshire, which Jordan oversaw. Together, many of the men labored to dig the graves and transport the bodies of the people. For the most part, there was a communal grave prepared for all of them,

'Surely, it is for the dead we find ourselves silent here before our King as we march onward into fate.'Her despair had evaporated at the spirit's presence, but the fact that Avera had seen him also intrigued her. Knowing him was one thing, but seeing their spectral friend was entirely another, and to hear him... that was something very rare, indeed.

The scent of death was in the air, carried by a gentle breeze from Elkshire as they approached the crest of the hill which overlooked the damaged city. Avera felt her body tense, and she noticed that everyone had become uncharacteristically quiet.‘Out of respect for the dead,’ she pondered.

He stood out by the edge of the woods watching for the men to come, but they never came. It was a relief not to be running, but, even so, he wondered why they hadn't followed them.'Perhaps, it is providence. God has stricken them with blindness; that or they're planning.'

Lunus opened her eyes to the bright rays of the afternoon sun streaming through her bedroom window and Evan's arms wrapped around her. She felt a brief sense of panic strike her, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. What had happened? She couldn't remember anything after the cave and... Evan's kiss. Another sense of fright ran through her, and she became uncomfortable. She tried to calm herself and get ahold of her senses. At least she was still in her clothes, though they were slightly damp still from the rain."Evan," she said, rolling back around to face him. His face was peaceful as he

His dirty paws touched tracked the blood and muddied earth against the hard rock of the cave as he entered it, finding in its mouth a long awaited reprieve from the cold and driving rain which dominated the forest at the last stages of night before the coming dawn. The scent of the hunter was fresh in his nostrils, and he knew that she was close ahead of him. He walked down into the ill lit cave with his heart filled with concern.The hunt had gone as planned without many casualties to either side, but Lunus had never returned to the wolf camp that night like she had

Lunus walked alone through the forest in the cold air of the evening, the light of the moon illuminating the mist with an eerie phantasmal glow. She knew that Evan would have brought her to the cave if he was able, but the hunters would be out in force and he was needed to instruct the pack. Still, he had made it clear to the wolves that she was off limits, and that gave her a fresh confidence of security and welfare as she travelled the through the barren trees of Malkouth by night.She heard the sounds of horses and the hunters in the distance accompanied by the howling of the wolves

Lunus dawned her evening clothes and prepared for a long night of research. She wanted to wear her Hunter's uniform for protection, because it was specially designed for protection while encountering creatures in the forest, but she knew that if she did it would only elevate her problems. It wasn't her night to go out hunting, but it was her night to go and help Evan in his quest to uncover the mystery of the Devil's Cave. So, she would sneak out before sunset and spend the night as a part of the wolf pack under Balthazar's protection... or so she hoped.She paused at the door and went back t

"So, Marshal," Jeremy said, his wolves closing in on his opponents, "why don't you tell me how you knew to come here, and I promise you that she won't suffer much. That or she pays... very dearly, and it won't be pretty, I promise you."Evan's eyes slid back to Lunus and he growled again at Jeremy in anger. He drew back his hand to strike at him, but Lunus grabbed his arm.

The cave was wide and deep and barren, its darkly shadowed mouth covered in moss and ivy. The grey rock of the stone which formed the cave was tinted a spectral blue which left an eerie chill inside Lunus as she walked on the circular slab at the entrance. It was completely smooth, oddly so."I don't understand. This should have markings," Evan said, walking around the area with flustered curiosity. "All of this..." he said, "there's markings all over it."

11:30pmThere had never been such a time like this time, not for me. At the time I could not sleep, step by step the old wood moaned of pressure on the floor. The stairs they creaked and sank with ev