Feyre And Rhysand Novels & Stories

So, he braced himself to say, "Calm down, Kael. There might be a misunderstanding. Arya adores you, so why would she ever cheat on you?" With Father speaking up on her behalf, Arya steadied her trembling breath and mustered the courage to say, "He is your son. Half-beasts with fox tails aren't unheard of, and look at his eyes; they're just like yours!" She pointed at the cub's tightly shut eyelids and desperately tried convincing Kael to accept it. Kael's eyes burned red with fury, and he was trembling all over as he fought to hold himself back. "You think I'm a fool?" he snarled.

“Is this what you wanted?” Lucien growled, his voice low and rough as his thrusts got harder, faster. “To be pinned against the wall and fucked by your step brother?” *** A small smirk tugged on Rowan’s lips as he watched her squirm. “Here I was, thinking you were innocent.” He chuckled darkly. He leaned in, whispering in a cold, commanding voice. “Lift up your skirt and bend over that table. I’m going to give you the cock you’re so desperate for— and goddess help you Faye, you wouldn’t be walking out of here the same person.” ***** He was her step brother. And he was the rival Alpha. Both of them forbidden. A line never to cross. But what power did an Omega have aga

“A creature of hybrid fury. And when that child is born, I will live through them.” Freya stared at her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps,” Morwenna said softly. “But powerful.” Freya watched her go. But in her heart, the fire grew. They’re coming. She could feel them now — three threads of gold, tying her to her mates. A spark of warmth in her chest. Her wolf stirred. Her vampiric senses sharpened. Something was waking. And it had claws. ********************************************* That night, Brenda placed her hands on the ground outside the cottage. The moon was high, full, bleeding silver over the trees.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

His eyes studied me carefully. “You are Aranelda Tirisil. Prince of Faerl, son of Belle and Alaric Tirisil, meant to be the host of Helios and thought to have been stillborn. Aphrodite and Aries sent you here. Now that we know where you are, we will not allow them to keep you.” I touched each binding, disintegrating them. “I am not physically here, but at the very least I can do this and you can try to hide from hateful eyes, or if you can escape, please do. The castle of Faerl is open to you. It is your home.” I touched his forehead just as I had done with Lady Emily, hoping to dispel any negative spells or charms that might be on him. “I have to go, but follow the chain to me, and trust th

Instead, he’d cooked her breakfast, fed her cat, and packed her an overnight bag like this was a sleepover. Cheerfully lying to herself that the feeling in her stomach was disconcertment, and most definitely not butterflies—because who the fuck got flustered over being kidnapped—she focused on the food. Conversation quieted as they ate, but despite the circumstances, it was almost… comfortable. Rhye watched her as she wandered around the loft, trailing her fingertips over a couple of the Fae artifacts they had laying around, gazing at the books filling the wall of shelves. He was trying to give her some space, not wanting to freak her out, but hell it was hard. He wanted to be close to her,

I could feel the turmoil burning inside me slowly cool down, my hot deoxygenated lungs coming back to life. Rhys was right. Acting recklessly would only make the situation more tense. He was my best friend for a reason, and I am glad I had him. I moved my feet, heading towards the border without saying a thing. Rhys walked behind me, and I could see him smile with the tail of my eye. I was never going to abandon Freya, and this was now a war between heart and duty.

Glancing into his eyes with fascination, I watched the white swirling circles appear around his pupils and rapidly grow with intensity. “We can't help it, Freya. You are my Fianna and I am your Fennid. Basically, it's our kind's version of soul mates. Our one true love. There is no getting away from it, and we can't fight it either. So, you see, it's not your fault.”

Brown eyes and something in the set of her mouth that looked like it was one provocation away from saying something inadvisable. I put the case back down. “Decorative.” I reminded myself… Completely and entirely decorative. *** I was with Dacian, the only person I could describe as close to me, when the Southern human princess arrived. I felt nothing about her arrival. My wolf felt nothing either. There was nothing to feel. This was a transaction, and I intended to treat it as one. "You might end up liking her." Dacian smirked. "Rage-bait?" I scoffed, "because it's working."

RHYS’S SECRET BARGAIN “A betrayal cloaked in sacrifice still bleeds.” Dawn cracked like shattered bone over the Iron Ridge, red and cold. The camp was silent—too silent. Lyra woke first. She reached for her blade by instinct, heart already thrumming. Something was wrong. The fires were still burning, but one tent was missing. Elara’s and so was Anya’s. And Rhys… Rhys had returned. He appeared at the base of the ridge like a ghost stepping through mist. No sound. No scent. Only the flicker of unnatural markings seared across his arms—burned deep, like chains forged into flesh.