Rhys And Feyre Novels & Stories

“Did it?” I hated how my breath hitched. Hated how right he was. Before I could answer, another voice cut through the night — calmer, deeper, more controlled. “Starting the game without me again, brother?” Rhys stepped out of the shadows. Identical in every physical way, but the energy was different. Where Rylan burned hot and reckless, Rhys watched everything with cold, calculated hunger. His eyes dragged over me slowly, possessively, like he was already planning how to break me.

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Verdant. I have heard a lot about you.” I hesitate before I shake his hand. Every cell in my body rejects the contact, and I feel slithers under my skin. Up close, his eyes are in fact a dark green. So dark they're almost black. There isn't a single light in them. “Who are you and how do you know Sera?” “My name is Rhys,” he says, his smile widening while none of it touches his dead eyes. “Seraphina is my fiancée.”

Rhys instructed “it’s just a vision.” “You know about them?” asked Theon “Yeah. Has she told you about her wolf?” Rhys asked looking sheepish. Theon nodded. “She was six when she had her first vision.” Rhys told Theon. “We were playing in the garden and suddenly she goes like this. I shit myself. I thought she died” Theon could see why.

I know he's trying to figure out something and I get the feeling that something will be related to me in a way. He could ask me how I know about this particular incident, and I would have to tell him it's because I'm sort of the one who got Cain into it in the first place. He won't be too happy about that. I get the feeling that Cain won't either. When we finish lunch Rhys escorts me to my room and I feel like a fucking princess. His gaze on me is heated when we get to the door and I feel desire well up in me too. Rhys is a very handsome man, a Lycan male for that matter and I can't resist imagining what it might be like to indulge myself and just let him be with me.

Everything looked so normal, but deep down Aria could feel something…off. Her eyes darted towards the path Kael had taken. Why do you affect me like this? She thought bitterly. She hated him. She should hate him. But there was something…. Something magnetic and enchanting in the way his voice wrapped around her name, in the way her wolf whimpered whenever he left. “Aria!” The voice snapped her out of her haze. She turned sharply and froze. Rhys. Her former mate-to-be. The perfect Alpha son. The one everyone said she was fated for. And here he was, standing in a rogue camp, dark hair tousled, and his expression wild and desperate.

The doors swung open automatically revealing Rhys' sitting with clenched fists and an even tighter frown than I'd ever seen. His eyes had me skidding to a stop. They shone bright gold and were too similar to the golden-furred wolf in my dream. His eyes locked with mine and despite the fear coursing through me, I couldn't bring myself to look away. It was like he was piercing through me. Like he was drawing me in. “Take the fucking blanket off.” His voice rumbled. The blanket was immediately ripped off my body. Rhys sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth.

Rhys had pinned me beneath him on the bed, voice rough and low as he asked me when I was finally going to acknowledge him. Heat crept up my ears. “Whether the Alpha acknowledges me or not doesn’t matter.” “Anyway, I already have a boyfriend.” The entire training ground exploded with laughter. I ignored them completely. In the distance, Rhys, who had just been about to leave, suddenly stopped walking. Those silver-gray wolf eyes slowly lifted. Several Elders instantly felt their scalps go numb. 【Oh no. Here we go again.】 【Rhys is in such a bad mood right now he looks ready to kill somebody.】

Even with no memory, there was a suffocating pressure coming from him that made my instincts scream run. Rhys was different. When he sat next to me, I felt a sense of calm I’d never known. Like finding a safe harbor. "What feeling?" Cayden asked desperately. "I've never hurt you, I swear—" "That's enough," Rhys said, standing to block his path. "Can't you see you're scaring her?" "She shouldn't be scared of me!" Cayden's voice cracked with desperation. "I love her! I would do anything for her!"

Rhys represented the very devil that she usually see in her nightmares as he took a step forward, and then another. He stood there with a storm brewing in his gaze. His jaw clenched tightly as he took another step, the tension radiating off him. He had an aura of suppressed anger, and it was clear that he was anything but pleased to see Amara. "Rhys..." Amara's voice quivered as she whispered his name, her body trembling with a mix of fear and shock. Her gaze was fixed on Rhys, and the sight of his dark, intense eyes made her heart race even faster.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.