Rhys Aphmau Novels & Stories

Both men then walked back in silence. They arrived at the scene where Ariel was being treated by the doctors and discovered that it was clustered now with men of the pack standing and watching as the doctors tried to save Ariel ’s life. Damien and Alex got closer to the crowd and they immediately moved away for them to pass, their eyes now fixed on their Alpha. The doctors had done good work in trying to save her because even though unconscious now, they seemed to have successfully stabilized her by flushing out the Wolfsbane from her bloodstream. When Damien laid eyes on Ariel , he became heartbroken at her condition and started to blame himself again for what had happened.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

Darius: The message came at dawn. A single rider, half-frozen, drenched in sweat and fear. He barely had time to dismount before the guards dragged him inside. His face was gray when he knelt before me, the parchment shaking in his hand. “Alpha, news from the north…” “Speak,” I said, calmly as I stared at my glass of scotch, knowing well that the man was trembling. He swallowed hard. “It’s Amelia, Alpha. She’s dead.”

Amira stretched her arms out and yawned before almost toppling over onto the side, startled by Rhys suddenly slamming his fist to the desk. “Amira, I’ve been called away,” he began explaining as he marched around the desk and towards the double doors. Amira fell into step beside him, wondering what could possibly cause him to rush into action. He was the king, and he had others that worked under him. If there was anything she had learned in the past couple of days, it was that Rhys was more involved with matters than she realised. Or maybe since their body swapping, he had been. “Vampires have attacked-”

"Where are the bodies of those people?" "I really don't know." Rhys shook his head. "I just did whatever he said. I couldn't beat him, and isn't that the case now too?" Amelia grabbed him by the collar. "When was the last time you saw him?" "Recently... it should have been last month." Rhys gasped as he struggled. "He always came to me on his own." "Was there any difference between the first time you saw him and when you saw him last month?" Amelia looked up. "Tell the truth."

“That was before he was one of them. He's just a sick human with no memories, and right now, he's sick and needs our help, and you're going to help him," What were they on about? I had no recollection of what? Rhys scowled. "Your little human will perish then; I don't know anything about his kind. They are just tiny creatures that become ill from even the smallest raindrop.” Ralph grabbed Rhys' hand. “Please. If he dies, we are also going to die,” “Are you threatening me, Ralph? I traveled so far to be with you, and all I get in return are threats?" Rhys' jaw became firmly closed.

I cry and I call on every bit of power inside me to manifest. I want it to save me and correct the damage Lyros has done because…… he’s done a lot of it. I look at Safira again and she’s heaving quite heavily. Her body is weak, her eyes are constantly closing, and I don't know what to do. And Rhys… he can’t speak. Not because he doesn’t want to but because he can’t. His tongue has been cut out and the pain that must have caused him.

Her face was bleeding, half of her skull seemed deformed. There was another reason why Rain was in such a terrible shape. Rain was—as Archie mentioned earlier—indeed a cripple. They all knew that she was suffering from Brittle bone disease or Osteogenesis imperfecta. This genetic disorder never allowed her body to develop strong bones. Every bone in her body was thin as a stick and she was born this way, she couldn't even walk. She was raised at the mercy of the Foster Family until they found out that she was an aptitude for assassination.

A young man, covered in blood, knelt in the snow. It was Rhys. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, his face still holding the softness of a boy. In his arms, he held a dying she-wolf. Me. There was a massive, bloody hole in my chest, my life force draining away. “Don’t die…” the Rhys in the memory sobbed. “Please, don’t die…” He placed his hand on my chest, and a pure, silver light poured from his palm. Life energy. The rarest, most precious kind.

Rhys explained. I glanced over at Rhus. My voice was weak.." he has amnesia." I whispered. Rhys's jaw clenched. "He could be faking it. He is a master manipulator." Rhys said, grabbing my hand. He pulled me away from the door. Far enough that no one in the room could hear us..