Do Feyre And Rhysand Get Together Novels & Stories

Rhys felt his heart dropping, his fists clenched tight. His reality and dream came into one frame, she was his sea and his thirst. The restlessness in his heart yet the peace. In the heartbeats of his heart, she was there. But how does he tell her? How does he stop her? He’d fight the whole world for her, but her…he could never fight her. Fifteen years ago, he let her go. When the world brought them together once again, Adrian was already engaged to her. Now two years later, fate decided to play with him again. But this time, Rhys was adamant and determined to make her his.

a cough emitted from her. “I love you, Xerxes.” As a wide smile appeared on his face, Xerxes replied almost inaudibly, “I know Karina. I promise to take care of myself but you need to promise me something too.” he leaned closer to her. “Promise me that you will be reborn?” with that he claimed her lips. ••• Nineteen years later••• Standing in front of a gigantic painting, was Xerxes Mikaelson who seemed lost in thoughts as he stared oddly at the painting, having nothing but a scrunched facial expression.

It stood tall and proud, its leaves painted in vivid shades of green and there were a lot of small fairy lights strung all over. The place looked magical. “It’s beautiful” She gasped and Hayden smiled at her reaction. “Thought you needed to see it” He then turned her around to look at him and pulled her close. Cupping her face, he pressed his lips onto hers and kissed her passionately. Grinning from ear to ear, he spoke, “Thank you for being in my life, my queen” Madeleine replied, “Thank you for choosing me, my fated alpha” They both laughed and began kissing again, forgetting the worries, anxiety, and frustration they had lived in for the past few months.

I then sprinted as fast as I could all the way home to my beautiful mate. *** Freya Rose My mouth fell open as Tristan fully confessed to me about some girl in the woods. “Who the hell was she Tristan? I'll rip her fucking heart out!” I screamed at him. I know I had no right to take the moral high ground after what I did with Mason, but he was my Fennid. I had no choice but to be attracted to him because of our bond, Tristan just hooked up with some random floozy. “I can't tell you Freya, for that exact reason. It wasn't her fault, she was just comforting me, and I made the first move,” he said, as he just sat there staring at the floor.

“I don’t want to part from you. What if something happens? No. I will come with you. You want to get the rogues to accept the kingdom’s help… I should be there to prove we are united.” Amira parted her lips to argue, but she could see the determination behind his eyes. They would make it work. “Okay.” She nodded. “Then why don’t we have one last carefree night together first. We can plan the rest tomorrow and set off the day after?” “Yes, my Queen,” Rhys smirked before he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers, causing her to fall onto her back. Amira giggled until she felt his hand go between her legs, and it turned into a breathless moan.

She threw her arms around Rhys’s neck. Rhys caught her easily, wrapping his massive arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his broad chest, burying his face in her dark hair. The Apex Core and the Starfall Fate-Ring pulsed together in absolute, flawless synchronization, casting a warm, brilliant halo around them both. "It's over, Little Wolf," Rhys whispered, his voice thick with a quiet, fierce devotion. "We won." Agnes pulled back slightly, her hands framing his scarred jaw, looking deep into his hazel-blue eyes.

The implication was clear: I was anything but stable. Before I could respond, a different presence. A familiar hum. Rhys. He emerged from a side corridor, his gaze immediately finding me. He didn’t approach, but his eyes, dark and intense, held mine. A silent question. A profound understanding. The bond between us thrummed, a warm counterpoint to Kieran’s icy grip. Just then, Kieran glanced over, catching Rhys’s gaze on me. His jaw tightened. He broke off his conversation with Jax and began to stalk towards us, his golden eyes blazing a silent warning.

“Relax, okay? It’s neutral ground. You’re both allowed to be here. Doesn’t mean you have to kill each other in the hallway.” I didn’t respond to him. I walked to the window and looked out at the quad where Lucas had been standing. The sun was setting, turning the sky blood-orange. My wolf shifted restlessly. I knew it wasn’t just hatred I felt when I saw him. It was something… wilder. I lay in bed that night, struggling to sleep through my thoughts and the noise coming from the other dorms, but it proved impossible. Morning came too early. I felt like I had been asleep for just five minutes when Eli woke me up.

he whispered, “it’s us.” Lyra closed her eyes, letting his words settle deep in her bones. “I want that. More than anything.” Kaelan’s voice softened. “Then it’s ours.” He leaned in and took her mouth with his. The kiss was slow, tender, and full of promise. Lyra melted into him, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, her heart soaring. The bond pulsed with every breath, every touch, every beat of their hearts. When they finally pulled apart, Lyra rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You say that like it’s annoying when he agrees with you.” “Men agreeing with good ideas are usually about four centuries late. I don’t hand out medals for basic evolution.” Gracie laughed. Then stopped when she saw something behind me. “Oh,” she said brightly. “Rhys.” My spine became a straight line before I could tell it to relax. Rhysand appeared beside the table in a dark suit with no tie, his white shirt open at the collar, his black hair arranged like even the wind knew its limits. “Gracie,” he said. He kissed Gracie lightly on the cheek. Then his eyes shifted to me. “Ms. de Cruz.”