Feyre And Rhysand Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I would always retreat to my shell; admiring from a distance. I envied Arya a lot. Shying away from feelings wasn't her forte. She was ready to go all out to get the guy's attention. Most times, we ended up liking the same person and she would be the one to walk up to that guy first and have his heart. While I would stay broken in a corner, unnoticed. If someone had told her that I would be the one with Alpha Adrian instead of her, she would have sworn the person was kidding. I was never interested in any guy she liked. I always tried my best to stay away.

Vireya's POV We lay tangled in the quiet hush of the tent, warmth from the dying fire casting soft shadows on the canvas walls. My head rested on Zevarion’s chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths as I whispered stories of the Syrakai Wilds, and the sacred Living Book. His hand stilled on my back, fingers brushing slow, grounding circles. “I’m sorry you had to witness something so breathtaking,” he murmured, “only to watch it crumble right in front of you.”

Mabel furrowed her brows, then her eyes widened with realisation. "She who bleeds armies.." Ryuu started, recalling every word from the books he read. "She, who is to bring a crimson extinction. The hope for the Werewolf race, the-" "Prophesied doom against the Lycans." Emris completed, then let out a bitter scoff. "You've got to be kidding me." "But that's why I ran away." Faye defended, desperation thick in her voice. "I didn't want the Asters to know. I didn't want *anyone* to know!"

“I want to protect you, Blair. I don't trust Owen. He is a shameless dog; he will keep hounding you until he thinks he can get you into his bed.” “And what? You won’t let him because you’ve already marked me as yours?” I tilted my head, my voice low and taunting. “What if I told you I’ve already been with someone else? What if I’m not as completely yours as you think?” The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Zayn closed the distance and wrapped his hand around my throat — not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of the power he held. His face was barely an inch from mine, his breath hot against my skin.

She steps out and struts toward the school. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman in anything sexier than my mate in a tight black dress with knee high black boots and a long leather coat over the top. Her sunglasses keep her loose hair out of her face. She doesn’t look at any of us as she strides into school. “Faye looks good.” Xavier says. I growl lowly at him, “Mine.” “Faye’s Jared’s mate?” Rob says slowly. “So I’ve insulated and flirted our future Beta?” Xavier says slightly panicked.

He was dead serious. He was actually, seriously proposing that I—Myra Rossi, the girl who still had fucking stuffed animals (no offense to Mr. Dragon) on her bed—was going to marry Zyran Theon. The man whose gaze could freeze hell over. The man who had visited our house for years and had never once strung more than two words together in my direction. The man whose very silence felt like a physical dismissal, making me feel like a stranger in my own home, fucking non-existent.

Lyra’s POV After saying our goodbyes, Elayne and I shared a deep hug that lasted more than a couple of minutes. And then she was on her way while I turned to my right and began to head towards the Greystone pack. The road to the pack was a bit far so I walked quickly hoping to get there before twilight when the rogues would take over the entire area. As I continued to walk, thoughts of Randall filtered into my head but I pushed them away each time they came, replacing them with thoughts of Fiona and her beautiful daughter.

I whisper, the tears I’ve been holding back finally stinging my eyes. “Yes it is and you know it.” Rhysand leans down, his face inches from mine. His silver eyes are dark, focused, and utterly ruthless. “Look at you. You’re brilliant, you’re beautiful, and you’re standing out there begging for scraps of attention from a man who is literally dreaming of another woman while he stands next to you. It’s pitiful.” He reaches out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw, his touch making my skin hum. “I genuinely hate seeing you like this. You’re a lioness acting like a house cat.”

ALPHA ZADE Feyre wiggles beneath me, I would have enjoyed this thoroughly if my wolf hadn’t blocked me out. I knew letting him get close to her was going to be a big fucking mistake, I wanted to put her in her place and see where that took us.

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.