Aphmau Rhys Novels & Stories

Rhys sat just below her on a deeper step, his broad back turned toward her, submerged to his chest. In the dim, ambient crystal light, the severe physical reality of his life as an Apex Champion was laid bare across his skin. Broad, jagged lines of scar tissue crossed his powerful shoulders and spine—trophies of bone-crushing cage battles, black-market syndicate ambushes, and years of fighting without a proper Relic Keeper to protect his core. "This is going to sting," Agnes warned softly, dipping her fingers into the cool, thick salve. "Do your worst, Little Wolf," Rhys rumbled, his deep baritone echoing off the quiet stone.

I continued. "And this, this with everyone is no longer a hood anymore. Ruby's death broke us-" I said as she suddenly leaned in to the tape. Like she wanted to hear something, she paused it and took it a few seconds back before she placed her hands on her lips. "I missed something" She whispered as she pressed play on the recorder. This part was Amelia tearing up about how she needed help and- "Did you hear that?" She asked in a whisper as she took the audio back a bit.

My voice was louder than I meant when I snapped. My chest hurt as I turned back to her. "Felza, I gave up on her. I misplaced her with Marcus, Sebastian, and this war. I strongly believe that I will also lose you. Felza jerked, and the pain in her face made it tighten. My name is Rhys and I'm still here. I'm still where I am. "But for how long?" My voice was almost a whisper as I asked. "How long before you walk away too?" She changed her face and reached out to touch my arm. Her fingers felt smooth against my skin. As Rhys said, "I'm not leaving.

Rhys got closer to me, each step he took sent jolts down my spine and soon, he made it so close to me that I couldn’t tear away from him, his body trapping me, making it hard for me to breathe. “I know, we’re your least favorite people and I understand that I’m being selfish. I know how hard it is for you to accept the bond and Amber…. It’s….. just…..” His voice trailed off as his eyes raked over my face. “It’s hard,” he swallowed, his eyes back to staring into mine, “I don’t…. I don’t know what to do, Amber, I really don’t.” He continued and I couldn’t believe that Rhys Fenrir was actually being vulnerable right in front of me, a maid.

And Amara, that crybaby is crying in her room. "Cry a river" I muttered. What I need now are my pills, she obviously can't help me.

Damien jerked awake the moment the door creaked and he stood, widening his legs in a way that suggested he was ready for a fight against an enemy that wasn't present. Alas, it was Alex and Jasmine that stood by the threshold, smiling softly at him. Damien refused to let them see his red-rimmed eyes, facing the other end of the room where the window panes sat. His head throbbed and his nostrils felt congested. His vision blurred slightly and his chest felt like it had been crushed by the weight of thousands. Standing was an effort and it was all he could do to keep upright and not fall into the bed beside Ariel.

His hair lost the ribbon and flew around his face, shining as gold as the sun, his eyes glowed the same color. “You.” He spoke. “Vincent Morell.” He slowly floated down to the floor, loosing the golden light, his hair and eyes turning back to the color of dark chestnuts. “I am Dorin Silvius. Not Ray.” he looked down at Johan who looked worn out. He knelt beside the fire mage and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for cleansing me.” Johan grined at him, “My pleasure.” he said, panting.

Despite the low orange light in the sauna, everything about him pops his tattoos, his monstrous strength and superior muscles. Strands of his now longer hair fall over his forehead, some of them fell over his icy blue eyes. Those dangerous, ethereal ones. Nothing about Rhys is idle, even his casual posture says so. Leaning back on his elbows, he tilts his head in my direction. “Are you going to stand there all day?” “Where's Yuri?” “Yuri has an errand to run.” “I'll just come back after you're done.” “Nonsense. Come in.”

"We've already dealt with her according to family rules." "And..." She glanced at Rhys, who was in a corner. "Since Maeve left, Rhys hasn't been himself." "He's been drinking every day. Last month, he was even hospitalized for a stomach ulcer, muttering Maeve's name the whole time." I followed her gaze. Rhys sat in the corner, much thinner than he was six months ago, his face pale with dark circles under his eyes. He did look terrible. "It's not too late to say this now. Maeve and Rhys are both single, and our families did have a verbal agreement back in the day. As long as they still have feelings for each other, I give them my full support."

Amara is Kayden's mate and his pack is one of the strongest and the largest pack here in America, I don't think anyone would dare to execute his mate just because she's a witch. "Your son isn't a werewolf right?" I asked Kayden causing him to stop drinking his beer. If his son is a werewolf and a witch at the same time, then that makes his son a hybrid which means the hybrid prophecy is true and that might be the reason why the witches are back. "No, Amara did a spell to know if our son has a werewolf but he doesn't have any which means he's a pure witch." Kayden replied to me, "I just hope our second son is a werewolf this time," he added.