Rhiannon Book Novels & Stories

"One of the best ones, my lady. Would you like to see?" "I can?" "Of course, please come along." The oak-panelled door opened onto the biggest library she had ever seen. Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, colour coded with dots, for different sections arranged in alphabetical order adorned the shelves. Their library itself extended up to three levels with spiral staircases. "I would like to read about werewolves," Rhiannon said. Arios smiled," certainly my lady." ********** Rhiannon had been reading for probably hours, she didnt realize how long.

I shouted and after making that speech I started heading for the cave with a huge army following me. Even if none of them had followed me I still would have gone alone anyways, to face the demon army by myself. ********* Riana's POV Ever since that night after doing some thinking, I made a decision and got my own little bible and Lena was totally ecstatic about that. “When you draw near to the creator, he will draw close to you...’

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Including my first step to claim Elara for myself. I knock on the door, and she opens it. She is wearing a black, sheer robe and nothing else. Her eyes lazily glide over me from top to bottom. “Well, well, well,” Rhiannon says, her eyes fixated on my groin. “You’re on time. Impressive for both the wolf and mankind.” “Are you just going to stand there and compliment me, or are you going to invite me in?” I raise my eyebrows. “Would you like a glass of wine?” She offers, opening the door. “We have some things to discuss before we get to it.”

“I know you won’t believe me. You never do. And I don’t know what happened between you and Lauren. I don’t know how she trapped you. But that child isn’t yours.” My wolf bristles, confused, hackles rising. “She did a sacrifice,” Rhiannon says. “With a dark witch. I know how insane that sounds, but I saw it. I saw the messages on her phone that day. I wanted to tell you, but she manipulated everything again. She hurt herself. Framed me. And you didn’t believe me.” I stare at her. Really stare. Her face is flushed, eyes red, hands trembling at her sides like she’s holding herself together by force alone.

Diplomatic matters that, in the wake of everything that had happened, Rhiannon was now not only privy to, but a vital part of. She sat beside me now, her head in her hands, her silvery hair glinting softly in the gossamer sunlight. It pooled like water over her shoulders. A sigh caught in my throat at the sight of her, so at home in this new world of mine – of ours – already. Scribbled notes surrounded her on all sides: there were drafts of letters and circled maps and open, dog-eared books. She groaned, feeling my gaze on her, and sat up with a roll of her slate-grey eyes.

Seeing him dumbfounded, Rhiannon smiled and was in a happy moss as she felt she couldn’t be the only one shocked. “I will go take the necessary things,” Rhiannon said before turning around. She went to the room where she had slept and started packing her belongings and the documents that her aunt Melda had given to her. Yesterday, after finishing going through her mother’s secret books, she returned them to the suitcase and locked it. Not that she couldn’t leave them at the table or that she didn’t trust her aunt’s family, but she thought it was risky if someone found what they contained.

Rhiannon’s walls clenched greedily around him, juices dripping down her thighs onto the polished wood. His hand moved between them, thumb circling her swollen clit with expert pressure while he fucked her relentlessly. The intellectual intensity that had drawn her to him had finally exploded into raw, physical need. Just three weeks earlier, none of this seemed possible. Rhiannon Hargrove had always been brilliant, focused, and untouched by real desire. Advanced poetry had become her battlefield. The sensual metaphors, the aching longing in Good and Mega, left her confused and strangely heated. Desperate, she hired the charismatic Professor Zephyr for private tutoring.

**** Across Vrykania, Rhiannon stood frozen on the concrete steps of the library, her fingers white where they gripped the straps of her backpack. ‘Just pretend, he doesn’t exist.’ She thought, taking a deep breath to steady herself. ‘It’s bad enough Devon’s gone, and Talia isn’t answering me properly. I am not letting that arrogant corporate shark ruin my day too.’ Ignoring the sudden ache in her chest, Rhiannon spun on her heel and marched toward her seminar hall. She wanted to get as far away from his suffocating, mint-and-frost scent as possible. Ten minutes later, she sank into a seat in the back row of the lecture hall, letting out a long breath.

Short Story's Blurb: As the only Alpha’s daughter and second child, Rhiannon has no choice but to marry the Alpha her father has arranged for her after she found out her boyfriend, Beta Homer, had been cheating behind her back. But when she meets her mate, who was revealed to be a Rogue—and worse—her fiancé’s half-brother, everything turns to unexpected. Even with this, Rhiannon finds her strength in both men while constantly maintaining what her father (and pack) demands of her. But then, her ex-boyfriend had chased her back again after finding out Rhiannon that she's the subject of two brothers' rivalry.