Feyre And Rhysand Novels & Stories

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

I really do, but my body won’t cooperate. I start crying harder when I feel Buddy’s body press against mine. This giant of a dog doesn’t even know me and yet he’s giving me comfort. I feel arms wrap around me on my other side and that’s when I really let go. The warmth and comfort I feel between them breaks something in me. I haven’t had a real moment to feel since I left. I’ve been living in survival mode. Squashed in the middle of these two beings that want to give me comfort instead of telling me I’m weak. It heals a piece of me I didn’t realize was so broken. We stay like this for a while. Me trying to get my shit together and them just holding me. Our little bubble pops when we hear the

His eyes, filled with the intensity of the fight, locked onto mine. “I’m fine,” he growled, though the blood trickling down his side told another story. I could feel the bond between them falter, a sudden wave of coldness sweeping through me. They were losing ground, and I couldn’t let that happen. With a surge of determination, I closed the distance between them and the assassin. In that moment, everything shifted. The bond between her and Aeryn flared to life, their combined magic rising in an unspoken connection. I could feel his presence like a force within her, a warmth that pushed back the cold, the fear, and the doubt.

"Not enough." This time, when our lips meet, there's nothing hesitant about it. The kiss deepens, and I feel our bond flaring between us like a live wire. Images flash through my mind, running through forests under moonlight, hunting alongside a massive dark wolf, curling together in a den that feels like home. I'm not sure if they're memories, premonitions, or just the bond showing me possibilities. When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard. Through our bond, I feel his desire mixed with iron control. He won't push for more, not when I'm still adjusting to everything.

Zade's is cut next, his expression unreadable. "I don't need to tell you what to do next, do I?" Kymon says, his voice laced with mockery. I look at Zade. The same man who once swore he wanted me. The same man who grew furious every time I brought up the idea of marriage. "I, Lyra Reyes, agree under the Red Moon to be your Luna. My blood is an oath that I will love, respect, and serve you as my betrothed," I say, forcing the words out as my heart shatters.

At the minute she smells of fresh air and vanilla but that will get stronger and change a little when she changes for the first time. With us now living closer and Bailey’s wolf trying to force her way through, there’s a worry that me and Rosa share. We shouldn’t be sharing dreams until we’re mated but that’s already happening and as good of a sign that is to show how strong we will be, Rosa and I are worried it means other mated occurrences could happen sooner and before our ceremony.

“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…..”

I said looking at my room and that's when he appeared, a sexy man with red hair like burning fire and grey eyes like thunderbolts, he was gorgeous and for a moment I regretted choosing Lanox as my mate and future victim. "May I introduce myself beautiful, I am Count Owen of Caranthir and until recently your sister Faith's betrothed, until that dog came between us." "Don't tell me you're that poor schmuck that got jilted at the altar" I said laughing at him. Owen came closer and placed his hand on my neck tightly, "Make no mistake witch, you are not as powerful as you think, the darkness is in me too, think about it together we could do wonders." said Owen and the truth his plan was growing o

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 couldn’t help it so I ran to the window to take a look. The fairy lights had been turned on and all the alphas and their pack members were slowly beginning to walk in. “Wow, so many guests at our wedding?” My wolf beamed and I smiled happily too. Raine and everybody else had completely turned the look of the territory. It looked so vibrant and full of energy. The moonlight, the candles, and the soft glow of the fairy lights made the forest look even more splendid at the night. As I was looking out of the window, my phone rang and I went to receive it. The name of Hayden flashed on the screen and I immediately received it.