Feyre And Rhysand Fanfiction Novels & Stories

~You left my soul wet and throbbing.~ RHYS POV: Not in my wildest dream I thought that I would be able to have such a time with Alora. It was the most amazing night that I ever had. No girl has made me feel this way and I am sure no one will be able to make me feel like this ever again. Just the sight of her lying naked on the bed, sprawled for me, making me desperate and begging for the taste of her, was enough to drive me crazy. When she came on my tongue, her back arched from the bed, while her body convulsed, it was so fucking perfect. I hate the fact that her boyfriend is able to see that sight again and again but I can't.

Raven “I’m sorry,” I said wryly, my fingers trembling around the contract. “You want me to pretend to be your… fianceé?” I have to be imagining this, I thought. Surely what Nathan and Dani did to me made me turn insane and I was in some kind of stupor back home. Not only had I washed up on the shore of the Lycan lands, but I had also discovered that I was fated to a Lycan prince who was already betrothed, and now this…

Edgar stormed out of Moon Goddess' Shrine and headed straight for the Alpha's castle. I drifted behind him. He reached the doors and was about to force his way in when voices came from inside. "It's my birthday next month," Fiona said sweetly. "Ryan, you'll celebrate with me, won't you?" I passed through the wall. By the fireplace, Fiona leaned against Ryan's shoulder. His hand rested around her waist. "Of course." His voice was gentle. I had never heard him speak to me that way. "You can have anything you want."

"We look forward to your mating ceremony invitation, Alpha Sebastian." Rhys spoke up from beside me, granting my stunned and blushing best friend a small smile that was so unlike him. He had, yet again, found a way to somehow read my mind and respond accordingly. He's telling us not to worry...That we'll see our family again... My wolf was just as touched as I was as we watched the uncanny interaction between the two important people in our lives. "Ditto, Lord Rhys. A road trip to the North sounds exciting."

The Eighth had fled like a coward, not to be seen or heard of for a thousand years. Together, the seven female Ancients embarked on a grand endeavor to build and shape their new Realm. They unanimously embraced the name Elphame, signifying the essence of their collective vision. With meticulous care, they molded the lands into breathtaking vistas, lush and fertile, and commanded the wild seas teeming with formidable beasts, creating a sanctuary where the creatures of their imagination could flourish. Thus began the era of Fae Kind. These beings were swift and nimble, exuding an aura of strength and grace. A select few among them were bestowed with extraordinary powers, gifts granted at the d

He never cared—not even when I was his fiancée. After that I avoided his places, his scent, his shadow. But now? I wasn’t his Luna-to-be. I wasn’t his anything. If I wanted to go somewhere, I would. No Alpha could stop me. At my nod, the girls smiled. Lipsticks clicked open. They weren’t creating someone new. They were bringing back the girl I was—before Caleb Grayson. I barely recognized the she-wolf in the mirror—strapless gown, smoky eyes, lips painted in a shade I had never dared wear.

Rhys's face froze, a flicker of a memory in his eyes. The year I turned eighteen, the Rossi family heir began to pursue me relentlessly, declaring that I was a woman now and he was going to marry me. Rhys got blind drunk when he heard the news. On a stormy night, he stole the five-generation Griffin family ring, stumbled into my bedroom, and called my name with a trembling voice. "Please wear it," he'd choked out, his voice trembling. "Maeve, remember, once you put this on, you belong only to me."

Underneath all of it, something steadier: a sense of *forward*, even if the ground was uneven. “You two done?” Rhea asked. “Because our daughter is awake, furious that no one has yet provided her with pancakes, and is demanding both parents for negotiation.” Lyra sighed. “We face down Elders and rogue poison rings, and the thing that breaks us will be a three-year-old and syrup.” “Terrifying,” Aiden agreed. They walked toward the elevators together. In the reflection of the steel doors, Lyra caught a glimpse of them: a woman in black with tired eyes and no mark, a man with faint bite-scars on his throat and the ghost of an Alpha’s bearing, both moving in step.

“I don't intend to replace Anastasia anytime soon, so stop trying to push me away." Draco groaned, as he turned back to look at me. "I don't really like sharing things with you though.” He complained and I felt extremely offended. Marius glared at him, “You don't have a choice here. The moon goddess chose her for both of us, so accept it.” Draco scoffed, "I doubt, she probably made a mistake. You and Anastasia can't possibly be a perfect match.” "We might not be a perfect match, but she melts under my touch everytime," Marius boasted proudly and I cringed so hard my stomach hurt. "I got to taste her first, and it is only a matter of time before…..”

"Rhys, High Lord of the Night Court, Ruler of Velaris, is a handsome guy with a dark aura and violet eyes. Girls go crazy for him, but people are scared of him. He is so perfect, Noah, that I could not help but fall for him. He is so pure and handsome, so fierce yet gentle. Feyre is one lucky girl. "I kept on blabbering about a fictional character that I could feel he is so jealous ,through the bond. "Are you bothered by him?" I asked teasingly. "Why would I?" he questioned in a reply. "Why not?" I ask him. "Because Moon Pie," he said, carousing the side of my body along my chest down to the stomach. It sent shivers through my body. "He cannot caress you the way I can," he said.