Acotar #rhysand Novels & Stories

The pack would do their best to fill the void, but they knew it would be up to her to heal, or not. Rhys crushed Katy to him when he saw Andrea collapse. That was him so many years before. He'd had no hope he could find another mate. It happened so rarely. He felt her pain. His lips found the top of Katy's head and he kissed it, just to reassure himself she was still there. "I'm not going anywhere Rhys. I'll be with you always." She whispered it to him. Bond or no bond, she always knew what he was thinking. The flames flew higher into the air, brightening the darkening sky. The faces of the pack were lit eerily by the changing colors of the flames.

“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.

“You don’t even know what that means.” “I don’t care. I’m not dying at your feet just to fulfill someone else’s plan.” She smiled bitterly. “You always did love a doomed cause.” “No,” he said, eyes fixed on hers. “I love you.” And then, from the trees— A rustle. Everyone turned, a figure stepped into the light. It was Rhys. He looked…so different. Eyes too still, skin flushed with power that didn’t belong. The power burned faintly through his shirt like veins of molten coal.

He was a force of nature, radiating dangerous power. To the other side, stood Rhys. He was in his human form, his dark hair a little disheveled, but his face was impossibly calm. He wore a simple tunic, but his muscles still showed through, lean and powerful. His dark eyes met mine, intense, unreadable, but holding a flicker of something that was both warning and dark promise. He bore a fresh bandage peeking out from beneath his tunic, covering the wound on his side. He leaned slightly on one leg, a subtle indication of his injuries. The scent of him, earthy and alluring, mingled with Kieran’s, creating a volatile, intoxicating blend.

He laughed sarcastically as he brushed his face with his two hands. I am starting to get curious now. What did Cyrene tell him? "Carmela..." "What the fuck are you talking about, Tristan?" I asked through gritted teeth. He looked at me through his tears that kept falling endlessly. "Answer me you asshole!" I said as I pinned him against the wall. "Cyrus!" "Alpha!" Andy and Alicia screamed but I did not let go of Tristan. Instead, I pushed him harder against the wall.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

Which I am glad for. The after-party had been in full swing for about half an hour when she walked in. I had my back to her. “Dude you need to turn the fuck around right now,” Nick says to me. I look at him like he has lost his mind. I know he isn’t drunk yet. Shit neither of us has had that much to drink. I see him staring at something behind me. I turn around not expecting much. My brain officially shuts the fuck down. There walking toward Brady is Kyaria. She has on a shimmery pink dress that is just tight enough around her tits and forms perfectly to the rest of her body and stops mid-thigh. I look down and she has silver heels on to finish out the look. My mouth is instantly

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

Asael growls softly, his eyes narrowing into a mock-threatening glare. I automatically react, placing my hands protectively over my hair and shooting Asael a warning glance. "How dare you threaten my hair?" "Oh, don't worry, you'll look adorable like Avatar Aang." Asael flashes me a cheeky grin, his Russian accent subtly evident. Wow... Rhys, with his half-Irish heritage, also possesses a hint of that accent, which I find endearing. And hot! "Fuck off," I grumble at Asael, who merely chuckles and wanders off towards his bike, pulling Ethan along with him.

And for now, I wasn’t ready to forgive, but I was alive, and that was enough. I could hear Rhys speak as I walked away. Rhys let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head as he watched me storm off. “Man, Teddy really does have a flair for the theatrical. Poor Azrael’s never going to live this down.” Dominic snorted, leaning against the wall. “You think he deserved that?” Rhys grinned wickedly. “Deserved it? Maybe. But come on, look at him—white-haired, braided, trying to act all innocent. It’s golden. Teddy’s basically turned into the predator now. And I love it.”