Feyre Rhys Novels & Stories

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?

So noisy that it caught not only my attention, but others too. I walked closer, standing a bit far off where i could get a better view of the action. Irina stood there, her red hair held in a high ponytail with a few strands covering her delicate features. She wore a long sleeveless white dress that clinched somewhat at the waist and a fur coat. Her skin was pale and she wasn't wearing any makeup, which made her look very delicate and easily pitiable. She had her hands around her belly, standing there with an aggrieved expression. Even i........was moved to pity her in such state.

There wasn’t time. A few young kids ran up to us. One small girl took Daya’s hand. Little Phoebe is only five years old, with wavy black hair and big brown eyes that are almost too big for her head. She looks like a cartoon character. Daya looks down at this small girl.

I can hardly explain it. Yes, I’m fine. Irish, thank you for bringing that back home. I say. “Of course, it’s my duty.” Irish replies with a smile. Cult, I would like you to meet Lisa. Fey says and a young woman walks in between us. “She is from the Southern axis and I think she has a way to push the intruders from our lives forever.” Fey says and I squint my eyes in wonder. “It is an honor to meet you, Alpha. I spoke to your beta and he told me many admirable things about you.”

Gene cried out. “That’s the point. I need him to feel the bond snap. I need to set him free. Aphrodite stole my ability to feel the Fate bond. He still feels it, though. I need to break it for him and him to think I’m dead.” I took a deep breath, grabbed the purple dress, and put it on, smoothing it out over my curves. “I am Elentari Tirisil, Princess of Faerl. I task you, Genevieve, with freeing the enslaved of this brothel and ensuring Hephaestus finds me, these letters, and not to give away my secret. You have one hour. I will cast the compel to seek you out, so you do not need to find each girl.”

Where Cassandra thrives on spectacle, Velarissa rules through dread. Nymira, Fae Princess of Thistlevale — Ethereal laughter, like crystal chimes caught on a spring breeze, drifts in Nymira’s wake. No one can predict whether that laughter heralds delight or disaster; she braids emotions the way other women braid hair, spinning longing, envy, or unreasoning joy at a whim. Courtiers who meet her emerald gaze often walk away uncertain where their own desires end and hers begin.

The girl said to Raelyna, who sent her a nod. “Can I take a bath first please and freshen up?” Raelyna asked Faye because she was feeling extremely tired after their long distance travelling here from the Lycan Kingdom, and also because she knew the things she was about to face here was going to need a lot of her emotional strength as well as might be physical strength too, so she wanted to wash away her exhaustion to an extent she could. “Of course,” Faye bobbed her head. “I will get you your clothes to wear,” Faye said.

"As I'm recording this right now, I'm lying at the coziest bed you offered your workers in the office, oh and I'm the anonymous mask guy, working for you, as always. Well, I see this girl every day, she's from the past, the past that she has forgotten. Zach, you have changed. What if one day, you just kill me? I'm scared, Zach, especially when I see you holding a gun. I don't want to die, but at the same time, I want to because Fiona is waiting for me, yet at the same time, I need to stay alive to fulfill my promise to Allura in this universe. I need to guide her to the future, from the broken past that she suffered, I want to help her see the vision that she always wanted, she always dreame

"I fear for you, Susan . The world can be cruel, and you're facing it alone now." A bittersweet smile graces my lips as I reach out to touch his hand, offering a fleeting moment of reassurance. "I understand your concerns, Ethan. But sometimes, we must venture into the unknown to find our strength. I won't be truly alone, for I carry within me a tiny spark of life, a reason to persevere." Silence envelops us momentarily as Ethan processes my words, his brows furrowed in contemplation.

Amira stopped, feeling an intimidating, powerful presence. She looked down at her hands, they were back to their regular size, and she was dressed in her usual dark corset and breeches. Her gaze flicked back up after feeling the eyes of a beast on her. There across the misty darkness, was the current Alpha King. Rhys stepped forwards, all 6ft4 of him, his muscular form larger than those she'd been chilling with. He’d been watching her. “Creep,” she muttered, feeling the nostalgic joy instantly go cold.