Feyre Rhys Novels & Stories

She grinned, but Calla screamed in fright when someone appeared before us. "Freya!!! I glared at her, but the red-haired Fae just laughed, looking at Calla's surprised face. "Hello, Princess. Let me introduce myself. I'm Fteya, I'm Fea, and my power is fire. " I rolled my eyes when she created a ball of fire as big as the basketball ball on her palm. "So boastful are we? " "I'm not. I can create bigger than this, but I'm worried I might hurt Princess Calla. " She said, chin up. Calla giggled and leaned on my ears.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

He bends down and presses our foreheads together, then gives me a quick kiss. My heart breaks watching him go through this. And before I can ask any questions about what I’m seeing, it fades out again. I drop the hand holding the mirror into my lap. “He’s not alone. He would be okay - with time,” the other woman says, not identifying herself. She has bright green eyes and hair so black it’s blue. “This is Fayre, Goddess of the Faeries,” Aurora fills me in. I nod my head to her. “Rachel, do you know how often we all get together?” Fayre asks me.

“Ava, you’re savage.” Ava turned to her, eyes narrowing. “And you’re still wearing last season’s Prada like it’s a personality trait. Are you allergic to relevance?” Jordyn’s cheeks burned, but she nodded like she deserved it. Then her gaze shifted to the third girl—Feyi. Quiet, timid, always trailing behind the others. The least among her minions. “Feyi,” Ava said flatly, “is your lip gloss expired? Or is that just how your lips naturally look?”

“But, Ms. Aubrey custom—” Iris folded her hands behind her, straightened her already straight spine, and narrowed her eyes at the old woman. She was the very definition of stern, and even I found myself adjusting myself as best I could. The old woman shrank, almost backing away, but it was too late. Iris held a hand out, gesturing toward me. “Does the Feywin appear like someone anyone would want to breed? She looks like she is on the verge of madness?!” My mouth fell open.

“Because I was her. I am Aradia. I died, and came back—reborn as Thalia. Silverpine found me. I found a place to belong, finally. But your grief—this storm you’re pouring over the world—it’s killing everything. Do you even know what you’re doing?” Fyre drops to her knees, hands digging into the earth. The ground pulses with every sob, black veins radiating from her palms. The Rupture leaks into the dirt, a living wound. Mara and Fen hammer at the magic wall. Rowan’s voice is pure desperation, but Fyre is past hearing anyone but me. I feel my old hatred—years of loneliness, every empty night and jagged memory—but underneath, something breaks. Something softer, more dangerous. My own voice dro

Emris glared, sending a shiver through Ryuu's spine. "F-fine!" Ryuu blurted, then swallowed. "The little girl looked like a friend of mine from years ago. Faye Aster."

It seemed like she was playing a game with the luminescent codes. Jesse was confused and gave up on trying to understand. However, Ryder froze on the spot in shock. "Am I missing something here?" he thought. "Why does Faye know this sort of thing? Who on earth is she?" As a strategist by Victor's side, Ryder was knowledgeable about many different things—though he wasn't that talented. What Faye was doing right now seemed straight out of a hacker movie. Her hacking skills reached a level few in the world could match, and she was operating with great ease.

It wouldn’t surprise me, after what they did to you. Faye stared off into the distance. Her gut told her, Whisper was an ally. During those brief moments when their eyes locked, she wasn’t seeing her as Faye. She was seeing her as Clarissa. She felt no trepidation in her presence. Had Whisper, played a role in the lives of Mathilda and all the others? ‘Definitely not,’ Faye answered. ‘Whisper appears to be a keeper of secrets, Syb. And I plan to find out what she knows.’

All I know is that their emperor is called an Alpha and they do also have humans as slaves in their empires, but I know nothing about how their system works. No, I'm not a vampire. Sometimes, I wish I was a vampire because my life would have been way easier than it is now, but I'm not. If you are wondering who I am, my name is Rayne, Rayne Carson. I'm the one who learned that being gifted can sometimes be a curse.