Feyre And Rhysand Novels & Stories

said a voice against the fog. "I won't ever belong to alphas like you!" I yelled at them. "Not ever!" They took everything away from me. Yet why does fate continue to play with me? "You can't change fate, Arya. Our destinies are tied together. You have nowhere to go." Alpha Kaizelus replied. I instantly aimed for their neck and watched as they laughed. "You're getting stronger and stronger every day, I must admit." I raised my eyebrows at them and said, "No, you're just getting weaker."

Immediately they wrapped their hands around each other in a hug, Zoe busted out crying, and Fay could only caress her back and assure her that he would be fine. "Take care of yourself," Zoe told Fay when they disengaged from the hug. Fay reassured the girl that he would be fine and he would be back. They were still talking to each other when they heard the noise outside. Fay instructed Zoe to take her mother to the dungeon and hide there with her until the war was over and the girl nodded. When she left and her back disappeared among the pillars then, Fay went to see what was happening. He went to the balcony outside the house and that was when he saw what was happening, the Lycans were appr

The control that had been savagely ripped away from her had been restored back to her. ‘Her, Dante, and Byron will watch over our pups and theirs and theirs when we’re gone,’ Faye said as we watched her face off against the asshole. ‘I hadn’t even thought about it. She shared her light, which then lengthened his lifespan.’ Faye nodded her head and snickered when Ziyah got him to effortlessly submit to her. Fucking hell. She was the best interrogator I had ever seen. Caiathus had explained that it had been her forte before she had been taken.

As he held his hand out to usher her that way, James said, "Mory, these are a couple of the islands more colorful characters, Bose and Haldir." As Mory looked in Haldir's icy blue eyes, her shoulders dropped as all the air in her lungs escaped her. Her heart beat wildly against her chest as a surge of heat rushed through her veins and chased away all the cold from her fingers and toes. She blinked away quickly and tucked her gloves in her pockets. "It's nice to meet you both." Garrett returned from behind the bar and interrupted them. "Miss Faye, I have your room key. Your flat won't be ready for another few days, I'm afraid. The stove needed replacing and it takes forever for anything to ha

Algern replied, swiftly veering into the forest and crossing the river to mask the scent of his blood, ensuring whoever followed them would be confused. "How could she do this to me? How could she leave me like this?" Fiona sobbed, knowing her mother was capable of such betrayal. What Fiona didn't know was that Fernanda was left behind in the depths of the Forestheart pack, sitting on the ground while blood continued to flow from her right arm. She sat there, lost in thought, waiting for Calisto's next move. "Hurry and chase him! Scour the entire Forestheart and its neighboring forests!" Elara ordered, quickly approaching her father, Calisto. He reverted to his true form, letting Elara grab

“Once Lucero has shared her light, we will find and eliminate the threat that Lorelai has brought to our land. The peace that you have known your entire lives and the harmony that we have all taken for granted, will be returned to Araphyra and fae lands.” I wait for the cheering to die down. “I have died and risen again. Now it is time for me to stand for my people, for my land, and I vow to you that I will fight for those who are worthy of my love.” I say, reciting the end of the second prophecy. As the cheers of the Araphyian people become deafening, Aolis comes to stand beside me. We raise our arms in solidarity before turning to walk back inside. When I turn, I see Ailduin and Anastasia

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Those sharp eyes as well as features that are pleasing to the eyes! ' 'Not to mention the young lady of house Claramay. That alluring dark blue hair, those attractive pink like the Cherry blossom petals eyes and amazing figures!' 'They do look alike, despite the fact that the young masters are triplets. Young master Antoine and young master Cullen are the reflections of each other. With those shiny silver hair and capturing maroon eyes, you could never tell those two apart.' 'You can never forget about young master Keane and young lady Aurora. That enchanting dark blue hair with captivating pink eyes, you won't be able to look away from them.'

Everyone mourned their deaths, and the people were left no choice but to accept their new king after much brainwashing done to them by King Aidan. Sixty days later, Rhydian and Reign were nothing but whispers of the past. But fate was far from finished with them. The Return of the Dead. Rhydian should have perished in the fire. But the venom in his blood became him, and he rose from the ashes. His wounds sealed. His strength is reborn. But he was no longer the man he once was. The flames had changed him. Made him something more. And Princess Reign? She should have rotted in the wood. But a powerful mage found her barely breathing, her face unrecognizable.

“Together, we are unstoppable. And together, nothing will divide us—no traitor, no enemy, no desire.” Aella’s breath came in short gasps, body trembling, desire and adrenaline mingling in a heady rush. She pressed against him, forehead against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, the warmth of his body, the intimacy that burned like wildfire between them. “You are… mine,” Thalen murmured, lips brushing her hair, jawline, shoulder. “And I am yours. This… all of this… only makes it stronger.” Heat surged through her. “Then we—” she began, but a distant cry drew their attention: more Ferals, moving faster, coordinated, suggesting the traitor had allies, or worse… backup from Red Fang scout