Does Rhysand Die Novels & Stories

Evander sneered, releasing his face. Rhys rested his head back, fully aware of the pierced holes in his neck; they almost tingled the closer Evander had been to his face. “Well, it’s apparent what will happen to me from here. Certain death, torture, imprisonment… I’m more curious about what you are.” He really was. Whatever happened now was inevitable, and he couldn’t do anything.

“One more thing.” Ethan calmly said, “Rhys did not die at your hands.” Victor was stunned. “How is that possible?” Although they did not witness Rhys’ death, they had heard the news of Rhys passing in the hospital a month after they left Riveria. They were confident their plan to break him had worked, pushing him over the edge. Ethan took out a paper from his book and handed it to Victor. Reading it, Victor was dumbfounded. It was a medical diagnosis, stating that Rhys had died of cancer, not from their schemes!

"Yeah, I'm still trying to dig up more information and plan—" "He's done." Dad interrupted. "What?" Maven's shock is the same as mine. "He is died." Uncle said. "Rhysand del Millero finished him off, and I'm one hundred percent sure that man was tortured by him. Rhysand never let he die in peace." I opened my mouth, and my heart raced even more. The streams of blood under my skin ripple with anticipation of horror and terror. I don't believe it. I don't believe it.

"I’m done with you, Walden brothers. I'm done with this stupid, fucking game and I—" The rest of my words turn to air as Rhysand gets up smoothly. He doesn’t look angry or even concerned. He rounds the desk and sits on the edge facing me. The air in the room suddenly shifts, turning thick and heavy as he reaches down to his belt. My breath hitches. "What the fuck are you doing?" The fire leaks out of my voice. My heart skips a beat, then begins to hammer frantically as he unbuckles. "What does it look like?"

I tried to twist free, but he was stronger, and had the advantage. He pulled something from his belt. Then the far wall exploded. Not literally, but it felt like it. The door to the hallway burst open, and Rhysand stormed through like a force of nature. His presence filled the corridor, commanding and sharp. The rogue on top of me turned just in time to get thrown across the hallway. Rhysand didn’t pause. He moved like lightning, disarming and subduing the intruder in one clean motion. Then he was at my side.

She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body. Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle. One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker." On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his fir

“Earlier… that was the first time you saw her face without the mud smearing it. You were caught off guard. Don’t deny it—I saw you.” Rhydan scoffed, the sound low and humorless. “Her beauty won’t change anything,” he said. “It won’t save her from what’s coming.” His grip tightened on the railing. “She’ll either die here with us,” he went on, his voice flat as stone, “while we try to force an heir out of her… or she’ll be handed over to something far worse.” I said nothing. Because he wasn’t wrong. Rhydan finally turned, his gaze cutting toward me. “Bottom line—she won’t be staying with us for long,” he said. “If I were you two, I wouldn’t get too attached.”

He picked up a roasted potato and put it in his mouth, possibly realizing the justice system was closing in on him. Footsteps came from the doorway leading into the hall. I knew who it was before I turned, and the fact that I did bothered me more than it should have. Rhysand walked in while reading something on his phone, one hand tucked into the pocket of his dark gray pants, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled to his elbows. His hair was a little messier than it had been an hour ago, probably because he’d run his fingers through it repeatedly while working, and of course the result only made him look better because life did not distribute justice equally.

"You told the Beta to kill my mate. You will pay for that." "I demand that you show proof. I had nothing to do with your little human's accident." Niklas knew his only hope was the Head of the Council. "Alistair, please, stop him. I demand a trial!" "The Beta said you told her to do it. Carr confirmed she was telling the truth. You've had your trial. I was the judge and jury, and now I'll be the executioner." Rhys's face showed no emotion. "Your death will be far too easy considering your crime Niklas, but so be it." Rhys gripped his neck with one hand and turned the startled Were's head with the other, swiftly breaking his neck and severing his spinal cord in one motion. He dropped the life

With one last glance at Dan, I smiled bitterly, embracing darkness and death, with the sound of machines that signified my death accompanying me. I'm coming back for you, ex-mate! ***** Khaleesi’s Pov; I never really understood the concept of death coming and going, taking whoever she wanted anytime she pleased. Each time I was unfortunate enough to witness the death of others, only one question kept lingering in my mind - Did they ever have a choice? Were they given an opportunity? I guess not because as I laid on the all too familiar bed, listening to the sound of machines get louder than before, it seemed to me like they weren't really given an opportunity. The ward had become colder and