Feyre Rhys Novels & Stories

*Fynn* Well, this was new. I had to hand it to Evangeline, this was an unexpected approach. Where did she find a woman like this? The big, hazel eyes were really something, almost otherworldly. She looked up at me and looked genuinely afraid. An actress then.

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

I looked around but i saw nothing. The rain suddenly stop and i'm ready to head back to the camp. I prepared myself and my flashlight and started to walk. I'm now a wandering lady with just a flashlight on. Oh, damn! While walking, the presence got more intense and scary. I started to walk faster to avoid the presence and then all of a sudden, someone tried to attack me! All i can feel is someone was pinning on me and i can smell a fresh flesh from it's breath that makes me sleepy.

So of course, I did what most abandoned or orphaned children did, and made up my own story. I had been just about everyone over the years, I had been Charlotte, the betas daughter travelling to see the world. Bethany the abused daughter of an unforgiving man, looking for shelter and compassion. Martha, the baker’s daughter. Judy, the traveller’s wife. Michelle, the starving artist. Opal, the musician. Tracey the writer. Louise the ‘dancer’ and Grace the stylist. But in fact, I was Freya, the abandoned rogue. It didn’t have quite the same air of adventure, did it? then I guess that reality never does.

He waited a couple of seconds and then looked at his hands and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion when nothing happened to me. "I'll save us some time." I smiled sardonically. "The powers of Royal Fayes like Avalyn, Valerie and Fiyona don't work on me, not unless I want them to. So even thinking that the powers of a lowlife faye like you will work on me is funny. Don't spend more of your limited energy trying." Gasps arose around the crowd. This was unheard of. Unseen. Unknown. Resistance against the powers of a faye was simply impossible.

Meanwhile, the former Phoenix King had taken his retirement with the kind of dramatic flair only he could pull off. Kensavion had vanished for three days after Nalia’s ascension, leaving many to wonder if he’d flown off to some lava cavern to sulk. But when he returned, it was with a smirk—and a dragon. Rheya, golden-scaled and fiercely gorgeous in both forms, was a mystery to most of the Phoenixes. But the moment she landed beside him and shifted into a statuesque warrior with ember eyes and wind-tossed hair, the entire Sanctum froze.

"My name is Iris." ​"Okay, Iris," I start, already shamefully loving the way it felt on my tongue. "I'm trying to help you out here, but you can't walk and don't want to be touched. I am willing to carry you back, but you don't want me to touch you. If you couldn't feel any of my skin, would it still be an issue?" ​She seems to be taken off guard by the suggestion, and I pray to the Goddess above that she says yes. If she didn't, I'd just have to cover her mouth and toss her over my shoulder.

Once she is dismissed, we get down to business. “Cerberus, I would like to share with you what I learned from a conversation that I had with Prince Lysander, my sister Winnie’s fiancé and the son of the King and Queen of Khisfire. The fog that was used at the feast was what he called, foresight fog.” “I see, that matches with what my vampires found out from a few spell casters and dark Fae they were able to follow.” “Would you happen to know about a Beatrix, Calida, or a Silas? I believe that Calida and Silas are dark Fae and Beatrix is a spell caster.”

Dymon’s POV I returned to the room after the girl left, the faint scent of whatever perfume she’d been practically bathed in, lingering in the air. I reclaimed the chair I’d earlier vacated and withdrew, as I often did, into my thoughts. She was an interesting person, Feyre Manning, but then I’d known that since the moment she’d walked into the room with the rest of the others. It wasn’t just that she stood out physically─although with that wild dark mane and brilliantly violet eyes, she did─ it was the aura that hung around her. One that most would certainly be oblivious to─ but then, I was not most.

Felza. With my heart racing, I gasped and fell back a step. The group began to whisper in surprise. Rapidly, Rhys jumped in front of me and wrapped his body around me. He stuttered, "You're wrong." "felza is not yours." Fenris's smile grew bigger, showing sharp, dangerous teeth. She is, though. You see, she's different. Something you haven't done in very long. "What are you talking about?" Rhys lost it, and his hands clenched together.