Borderland Rhys Novels & Stories

Each lunge sent a ripple of pain through my side. I winced but didn’t stop. Pain meant progress. Pain meant I was alive. “You should be resting.” I froze at the sound of his voice. Rhysand stepped out of the shadows, arms folded, and expression unreadable. He was shirtless, sweat-slicked, his hair damp like he’d just finished a session of his own. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, not meeting his eyes. “You’re wincing.” “Doesn’t mean I’m not fine.”

He pulled it open to reveal a young scout, his face flushed red from the cold, gasping for air. "My King... my Queen..." the boy wheezed, leaning against the doorframe. "News. From the border of the Grey Marshes." "Slow down, Leo," Esmeralda said, standing up and walking toward him. She grabbed a glass of water and handed it to him. "Drink. Breathe." The boy took a messy gulp and wiped his mouth. "It’s Rhys, sir. He was trying to slip through the southern pass. He had three guards with him, but they didn't stand a chance."

He didn’t belong here—and yet, he looked like he owned the night itself. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But Blackwood does inspire violent fantasies.” “Who are you?” “Call me Rhys.” The name didn’t ring any bells, but his smile did something dangerous to my pulse. There was mischief in his eyes. But something darker too. Something that made the hairs on my neck stand. “You shouldn’t be up here,” I said cautiously. “Neither should you,” he replied. I crossed my arms. “Are you with the press?”

Two more wolves are climbing through the shattered window and I’m backing up and my hands hit the floor and there’s glass everywhere, I feel it slice into my palms but the pain is distant because one of the wolves is looking directly at me with eyes that glow yellow and its lips pull back showing teeth that are way too long. I hear fabric ripping and bones cracking and when I look back at Rhys he’s got the first wolf pinned and his hand is around its throat except his hand isn’t a hand anymore, there are claws where his fingers should be and his eyes are pure gold and he squeezes and I hear the snap. The wolf drops and Rhys is already turning toward me and the second wolf that’s stalking clo

“Why? You have no appointment. It’s busy here.” “Yeah?” she pouted a bit, thinking over it for a moment. “Eh, what about that guy? The guy who’s obsessed with playing computer games? Is he working here at the moment?” She had a bit of suspicion of that guy she was talking about, Oswald. He looked like he knew a lot about computers and technology whatever he does in his life. Or maybe Theo hired people from the outside? “They’re out of town, I’m the only one currently here.” Yohan was a bit of a cold person but Selene wasn’t fazed.

“That so?” I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Yes.” The rogue smirked. “Then you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” Probably both. Damien’s patience thinned. “Are you going to let us through or not?” The rogue studied him for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he stepped aside. “Welcome to the borderlands,” he said, grinning. “Try not to get killed.” ⸻ The rogue territory was unlike anything I had ever seen.