Acotar Rhys Novels & Stories

“I'm fine really.” “You were saying?” her face and tone remains the same except the raising of her brows. The door bangs open and the pain dulls to the background when I'm met with icy blue eyes. Rhys. He is dressed in casual pants, black army boots and a heavy coat that is covered in snow. He removes his hat revealing the entirety of his face. He is… wearing glasses? My heart pounds as I take in the entirety of him. He's all destructive energy and muscle packed behind casual outfits. The glasses give him a sense of intelligent demeanor making him look like a doctor or an accountant.

My eyes followed him until he disappeared from my line of sight. I glanced back at Rhys. "You wanted to talk.." I mentioned he nodded. 2 years had past and he was 27 now yet he still had that rebellious boyish charm around him Rhys was among the official list of most handsome male celebrities with a massive fan base that worshipped him. If his fans knew he was playing substitute dad for Lysander they would absolutely lose their minds He stepped closer, that musky masculine scent that carried a hint of mint and chocolate wrapped around me. "I got a reply from the hypnotist. "

Power crackles across his frame, ancient sigils blazing briefly along his ribs. He staggers—but holds. Midnight remembers being hunted, he snarls. And it learned to bite back. He lunges. The impact between Prime and Arbiter shatters the air. Shockwaves ripple outward, hurling wolves like leaves. I slam into a tree hard enough to splinter bark, pain flaring white-hot down my spine. Ethan’s there instantly, hauling me up. “Rory, talk to me.” “I’m fine,” I lie, shaking. “I need—time.”

He was going to fight this till the end and nothing and no one would ever stop him. “How strong is your arsenal?” Kai asked after a while. “Strong enough to exert some damage.” Rhys replied, pacing about. Tara burst out laughing, a lone tear sliding down her eyes even in fits of laughter. It wasn’t a laugh of happiness or joy but it was a laugh of scorn, like she couldn’t believe her eyes. “Some damage as against the mighty fleets of the Silverfang. You’re joking right?” she laughed. I could see anger rising in Rhys and any minute now, he was going to lose it totally. He didn’t take insults from anyone but this time around, it was his sibling and I could tell that he didn’t know how to handl

I opened my eyes. Kael had both hands on the steering wheel and was staring directly through the windscreen at absolutely nothing, completely still. Then he turned his head and looked at me and his expression was carrying several things at once, disbelief sitting at the front of all of them. “Say that again,” he said. Slowly. “Rhysario Vale.” His jaw shifted. He looked away briefly then back. “Torren. Rhys is a researcher. He doesn’t take emergency cases, that’s not what his role is, he doesn’t—”

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

His panic-stricken expression when he told me to leave is forever seared in my mind. "There's a practice match between our college and City Stars College," Keon mutters. "Oh," I nod, slowly turning my eyes to the field. I have to swallow my pride if I want to find Rhys. "Is, erm, Rhys a player?" I ask. "Yes, he's been our lead striker since his second year," Keon replies with excitement. "It's surprising he's still playing, considering he's pursuing his master's. Most of our players are already in their master's programs."

“Show them what you’re made of!” Rhys turned his head and looked at us, just briefly, but it was enough. He gave a small smile—one of those rare, shy ones—and nodded in our direction. Then he turned back to his opponent, his face going serious again. The other man was someone I didn’t know, probably from one of the visiting packs. He was huge. Like, really huge. Almost the same height as Rhys but bulkier, with a shaved head and scars running across both arms. He looked like he had been in a lot of battles and definitely wasn’t here to play around.

I just sat in silence while Alicia settled on her seat, very close to Cyrus who just stared at me since he arrived and I am feeling uncomfortable under his warm gazes. "We met at his company. I helped her order some food for you." Tristan said looking directly at Cyrus. Reminiscing our first meeting, I smiled and that surely didn't impress Cyrus as he cleared his throat, making us turn to him. I gulped down the nervousness starting to build when I saw how dark and dangerous his eyes looked. "Cliché." Alicia commented full with sarcasm. Well, case closed, she's a bitch. I thought to myself. "I don't mind. I mean, it's better that way than not having to meet her at all." Oh boy, Tristan knows

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th