Does Rhysand Die Novels & Stories

she chuckled more, laughing at the thought. “But there was no body!” Xanth said in support of Syrana. “Her body was never found, so there is no reason to believe that she is dead.” “Well dead or alive, I am leaving here right now! You lot…” she said and turned to face Xanth, Syrana, and the other Khione warriors that had managed to remain alive till now. “…can choose to wait for Ryder and his newfound love, I’m returning back to Astaroth!” The ground shook then, although slightly, it caused a part of the cave ceiling to fall, and they very clearly hear the voice of Osyron cry out in rage, and then just as quickly as it had started, it settled.

I stepped closer until I could see her pulse racing beneath her throat. “Find me my fated mate,” I growled. “Or start carving your own coffin.” I didn’t wait for her reply. I turned and strode out of the hall, my boots striking hard against the stone floor. Anger burned hotter than the curse itself. Three weeks. That’s all I had left before the curse consumed me completely. Later that day, as the moon climbed high above the pack house, whispers drifted through the servants’ quarters. “I thought Alpha Davian brought us here for well, you know… an orgy or something,” one of the she-wolves murmured.

He disappears into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water and a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel. "Here." He presses the makeshift ice pack gently to my throat. "Hold this. It'll help with the swelling." I do as he says, wincing at the cold. My throat is killing me, every swallow feels like razor blades. "I'm going to kill him," Rhys says quietly. "I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill him." "You already almost did." "Not enough. Not nearly enough." He sits beside me on the bed, staring at his bloody knuckles. "When I came around that corner and saw him... saw his hands on your throat... I've never felt rage like that in my entire life."

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.

“I—I don’t know. We were just dancing, and then he collapsed.” Rhys ran his hands through his hair, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for answers. “Damn it!” He cursed under his breath, his fists clenching. “He can’t die. Not like this. Not now.” “Rhys, who said anything about death?” I scolded, “He’s going to be okay. He’s too stubborn not to be.”

The king explained to her with a sad expression written on his face "I don't know, but I will have to talk to Greg, Now he Knows we will be getting married soon, and after making him forgive you, I will leave" Rhianna said "No Rhianna, am an old man now and I will die soon, Greg is the crowned prince and wouldn't be crowned king unless he has a mate, I want you to pretend to be his mate until he is crowned" The king suggested again "That's another task, king Rufus, I don't want to break the little bond I have with Greg, he is still my best friend" Rhianna said

“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?"