Feyre And Rhysand Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But we weren't alone. "YOU!" Rhys burst from the trees. He was half-shifted, a monstrous, twisted thing of fur and flesh. Foam flecked his muzzle, and his eyes were rolling with madness. He charged straight for me. He wanted to hurt Victor by breaking me. But he would never touch me. A black blur intercepted him mid-air. Victor slammed into Rhys with the force of a freight train. The impact crunched bone. They hit the snow in a tangle of claws and teeth, snarling like demons.

I can feel the beast emerging too. “Alpha?” Rhode calls again. I wave him off. “You may go.” “What about the documents?” “I’ll sign them tomorrow after Ares comes back.” “Oh, alright.” I turn my back towards Rhode and walk once more towards the window and as soon as Rhode is out the door, I let out a roar and shift, my skin tearing, my bones snapping and my body changing into its bestial form. And just like that, the beast is free. And like me, he too feels the increasing crescendo of the mate bond.

“Behind these doors are one of the most vicious creatures to ever exist. They are wild, untamed and proud. Many Fae have tried to ride them and nearly all of them sustained injuries and needed a full day to recover.” “Like a bull then? Bulls have nothing on me.” She made to go in and Rhysal’s hand held the door firmly closed. “I cannot seem to dissuade you no matter how much I caution you so I shall leave you to it but I won’t be coming in with you.” “Fine by me.” She chirped and made to leave again but again, Rhysal didn’t budge. “Move over.” She told him. “Nothing is free, my dear Freya. What will you give me in return for my favour?” He asked her.

He bowed to her first, then started reporting respectfully. “Elder Princess Aliza is doing well in the Cresent Moon Pack. She has adjusted to the life within the pack but… there is still no progress with the return of her memories.” Elder Fiora nodded at him. “What is it?” she said after observing that he had more to report but seemed hesitant. “Elder Pricess she… she seems close to Alpha Caspian.” He said lowering his head as he shifted on his feet, clearly uneasy. Although Elder Fiora’s face stayed calm and unreadable.. but her sharp and calculating eyes darkened slightly. She turned back to the window, hiding the flicker of emotion that passed through her eyes.

“No, I want to hear it now.” Eirlys watched closely, expecting a response. She had felt something, something she couldn't quite explain. The first time she felt it was the night Ryker rescued her from The Tyrant. There were several hundred prisoners but he saw only her. She felt the pull toward him, how her body shivered when he touched her. How she swallowed when he whispered the words to her. “I've found you. You're safe with me.” But those days were gone. However, she felt something close to that feeling and couldn't quite tell what it meant. What it was. Afterall, she had been rejected. So, it could not be what she was thinking.

“Isn’t that right, Astrid?” Rhys’s voice, a soft, hypnotic whisper, brushed against my mind. “Let the games begin. Let’s see who truly claims you in the dark.” My body was a live wire stretched taut between two poles. Kieran’s blazing fury radiated from one side, a raw and potent heat. Rhys’s cool, unsettling intensity pulsed from the other, laced with a dangerous understanding. The air in the Main Hall crackled, thick with the scent of anticipation, fear, and the clashing dominance of the Thorne alphas.

~6 year went by so quickly~ I had moved in with Ethan, to his palace. Everything was going fine except a few people hating me for no particular reason including my future mother-in-law, Ethan's sister(my sister's best friend) and a few maids. Ethan had not marked me yet, he said it was a gift for our wedding night. But we spent quality time with each other, kissing and making love wherever and whenever we loved. I go out hunting and warrior practice which no one really supported me except alpha Alex.

Rhysand was her vampire son who at his age, was strong enough to hit a table and it split into many pieces. Rhysand was short and slim, he had invisible abs as small as he is, his brown eyes were fierce and cold, and he was always wearing a cold expression and a deadly smirk. Smirking was his only expression aside keeping a plain face. The mother and child were taking care of themselves when a force came through the wooden door and Feyre snapped her eyes towards the door and saw that it was pushed open. After creating Rhysand, did Feyre start to realize that she was slowly losing her powers,her once silver colored hair were turning Grey and her spell bonding wasn't effective as usual,the vam

he praised before thrusting a few more times, then with a groan, he plunged deep, his body going rigid as he spilled inside me, his breath caught in his throat. ††††††† Soft morning light spilled through the heavy drapes, painting the room in a soft gold glow, and yet it felt off, like I lay on a stage and my sins were displayed. Rhysand lay asleep, his arm wrapped around me like a lifeline, a small smile etched on his face. My heart ached at the sight of it; for a moment I wished we could stay like this forever, and yet I couldn't push back the rising feeling of fear.

“The ones who lost control, for a moment.” I press my hands against his chest, trying to shove him away. But his skin is ice, and I feel it through my fingers. My body betrays me, shivering. “Where…where is she?” I manage, voice shaking. Betty. I replay the chaos, the flashing lights, the danger, the hands that almost grabbed her. “She’s safe,” Rhysand says, voice softening. “I would never let one of my kind hurt my mate’s friend.” His fingers trace my jawline, grazing my cheek. I flinch, but I can’t pull completely away.