Feyre And Rhysand Novels & Stories

I let him go ahead with the plans. I'm standing against the window of my bedroom, holding Rhysand. He's getting bigger every day and makes noises, as if he's eager to talk. He reaches for things and pulls my hair often. He's so adorable, with his black curls and his father's grey-blue eyes. I'm just so obsessed with him. His chubby fingers hold mine, while the other hand bangs against the window. It's a shame Kian can't see this. I think he'd be ecstatic because he wanted to be a father. I raise an eyebrow when I see two figures peeking out from behind a tree. They seem to be having a heated discussion. I squint and realize it's Sonny and Serena. The latter appears to be crying as she shouts

Freya Everything around me faded as my eyes refused to move, staring at the man before me, I drank him in, a good head taller than me with thick red hair and pale skin, his eyes stood out against his complexion and damn were they show stopping. He had a strong jaw, wide shoulders, and thick arms. He obviously looked after himself. My eyes trailed down his body on their own accord as reality seeped back in. My mate. Shay was over the damn moon, I could feel her excitement inside our head and the almost dance she was doing wasn’t exactly subtle but the rational, cynical part of my brain had me trying to rein it all in.

“If anything happens take the baby and run. Do not look back.” She answered right away even though her voice came out weak. “We do not run Jacob. Not anymore. We finish this together.” I slowed my horse just enough to ride beside her. “You are still bleeding love. The poison has not left you. Let me handle the fight.” Faye shook her head and held the baby closer. “She needs her father alive but she also needs her mother to stand with him. I am not leaving you.” Riven called out from my right. “We are almost at the inner sanctum Alpha. I see the black stones ahead.”

They’re all waiting for me to speak. I clear my throat and start to speak, even though the memories are too fresh in my head and it’s making me a bit nervous to speak about it. “I’ve seen everything,” I say. “My Lycan Ivory is the significant other of the evil Shape Shifter Rhysand. She’s now inhabiting my body, and it seems that he knew that. He found her through me again, and that is the reason why he’s trying to get to me. He wants her back, but their love has turned sour and now he just wants to possess her for revenge. He wants to destroy everything just to get her back.”

“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.

"Well-met Bailey of Clan Fee. Welcome to the Spring Court." Bailey's hand tightened on Tobin's, and he squeezed her fingers gently, lending her his strength. The old fae could be intimidating. They were once worshipped as deities by humans for a reason. Viridios was a tall fae, broad. His long hair and beard were the green of new growth, tiny leaves interspersed in his hair. "The Green Man." Bailey breathed next to to him. Her voice was reverent. She glared at Jayce over his father's shoulder. "Well-met, Lord Viridios and Lady Eostre." Bailey released his hand and dropped into a low bow.

a cough emitted from her. “I love you, Xerxes.” As a wide smile appeared on his face, Xerxes replied almost inaudibly, “I know Karina. I promise to take care of myself but you need to promise me something too.” he leaned closer to her. “Promise me that you will be reborn?” with that he claimed her lips. ••• Nineteen years later••• Standing in front of a gigantic painting, was Xerxes Mikaelson who seemed lost in thoughts as he stared oddly at the painting, having nothing but a scrunched facial expression.

She pushed me, " We are about to have a child together. You have put his life in danger so many times. I wish you were dead. He is mine. Mine. " Fortunately, Alpha Kristian came to get her back to her chamber and I was able to go on my way. I didn't let her cruel words work on me because I knew that I would not cause any havoc in Alpha Tyrion's life. After this competition ends and the dangers flying his head are gone, I would leave him. The building almost black in color from the years of rain and no care, stared back at me. The garden which was now a ruin of something beautiful gave a haunted feeling. The air was colder here than the rest of the kingdom. Darkness and silence welcomed in th

Randall's vision blurred with pain and anger. He could barely process Rashka's words, his mind struggling to reconcile the reality before him. "Reyana," he called out, his voice strained. "What has he done to you?" Reyana's eyes glinted with mischief and darkness, "This is who I am, Randall," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion. "Rashka has shown me the truth. Our destiny is to rule, not to serve."