Does Rhysand Die Novels & Stories

It would be unbearable, dark, lonely, I wouldn't be able to survive. Rhys slowly turned to face me; he placed my hands on his hard, muscular chest, “Felza, I'll come back. Even if I die, I'll conquer death and return.” he said with a wild grin and I punched his chest, sniffing and wrinkling my nose, “You're not going to die. Let's leave the pack, go far from here. We'll sort out the war with the rouges. I believe we can win.” Trying to convince Rhys seemed fruitless because his mind was already made up. He simply nodded and kissed my knuckles, “I'll think about it.”

“Let Mr. Road go now, or no one can save you. You and your family will die.” “You’re forgetting where you are. Chief Hill will kill you!” Those on the Roads’ side tore Kaze a new one. Rhys caught his breath. While looking ghastly, he said in a raspy voice, “If you hurt me, I’ll kill your family— “Mgh!” Rhys’ head fell limp, and his eyeballs popped out of their sockets in splatters of blood. “You…” Rhys’ struggles paused as he looked at Kaze in disbelief.

“Today, Ithea has suffered a great loss. We've lost one of the best champions the kingdom has ever had. Rhaizen Gale's untimely death has caught us all off guard. We will honor him for his valor in combating the fearsome Trerth and defending the kingdom. I am eternally grateful for his service and unwavering love for this kingdom. But we must press on; the nation needs a new champion to defend us, and we have several exciting new candidates in the running.

Rhys stood framed in the dispensary doorway, flanked by two armed Betas and, impossibly, Alpha Gideon. Rhys's eyes were flat, lethal, and triumphant. He took in the entire scene in a single, damning glance: the open window, the dead healer, the blood, and me, kneeling over the body, my hands stained with blood from my escape and Maeve's hemorrhage. Rhys looked from the corpse to me, then slowly back to his stunned grandfather. "It seems, Grandfather," Rhys stated, his voice a low, cold vibration that promised death, "that your protection only prolonged the inevitable. She left the safety of your chambers and murdered the one witness capable of exposing her true agenda."

"Please open the door!" There was no answer. The hallway remained silent except for my ragged breathing. "Rhysand, please! I'm begging you, just talk to me!" I banged harder, my fists aching. "I didn't do anything! I swear it! Please just open the door!" After what felt like an eternity, the door finally swung open. Rhysand stood there, eyes bloodshot, hair disheveled, his face a mask of rage and exhaustion. "What part of 'leave me alone' do you not understand?" he bellowed, his voice echoing down the hallway.