Rhys Aphmau Novels & Stories

My voice was louder than I meant when I snapped. My chest hurt as I turned back to her. "Felza, I gave up on her. I misplaced her with Marcus, Sebastian, and this war. I strongly believe that I will also lose you. Felza jerked, and the pain in her face made it tighten. My name is Rhys and I'm still here. I'm still where I am. "But for how long?" My voice was almost a whisper as I asked. "How long before you walk away too?" She changed her face and reached out to touch my arm. Her fingers felt smooth against my skin. As Rhys said, "I'm not leaving.

He paused when he saw my panic. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice deep, steady. “You’re safe. I promise. You’re okay.” I stared, chest rising in erratic tremors. He didn’t come closer. Just lifted his hands in a silent truce. “My name is Damien Rhys,” he said gently. “I found you. You were—” he paused, something flickering in his eyes, “—barely breathing. I got you out. You’ve been here in the hospital in Naples for several weeks. You’ve had multiple surgeries, chest injuries, internal bleeding.”

But my body doesn't believe it. There's a soft knock on my door. "Emma?" Rhys's voice. "I heard you. Can I come in?" "Yeah." He enters, concern written across his face. He's been doing this for weeks now, coming to check on me whenever I have nightmares. "Same dream?" he asks, sitting beside me. "Same dream." We sit in silence for a moment. Outside my window, the estate grounds are dark and quiet. "Emma, I've been thinking," Rhys says carefully. "There's a trauma treatment center in Arizona. They specialize in people who've survived captivity and manipulation. It's supposed to be the best in the country."

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by A.E Ilupeju. Alll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the Author. The After-End - The amnesiac monk who tries to remember his memory as he journeys through hell in search of his family.

With a growl, he started off to their hideout still fuming. Still in his wolf form, he crept into the place through the backdoor which only he knows and changed back to his human form. His teeth clenched hard as he located his clothes and bundled himself up. His name is Arthur Murray. The Alpha king of the Crescent moon pack. The image of the human hunter that had chased him in the woods still lingered in his head and made his blood boil the more. He had only let his wolf out for a little hunting, having no idea he would bump into the one he and every werewolves dreads the most. Pure Humans! The sight of a werewolf makes their fingers itch to kill.

I accessed her body, checking for any injuries, anything that could have caused her to scream but there was nothing which just compounded my confusion. “Rhys was fighting one of his men and that’s why I screamed… there’s been a war brewing since… more like an argument but now, it escalated to the extent that they are now taking it out on themselves… Rhys has ordered that the man be put to death but a lot of people are appealing to him to leave him but he doesn’t want to listen. Is there a way you can talk to him?” Rhea said.

Rhys got closer to me, each step he took sent jolts down my spine and soon, he made it so close to me that I couldn’t tear away from him, his body trapping me, making it hard for me to breathe. “I know, we’re your least favorite people and I understand that I’m being selfish. I know how hard it is for you to accept the bond and Amber…. It’s….. just…..” His voice trailed off as his eyes raked over my face. “It’s hard,” he swallowed, his eyes back to staring into mine, “I don’t…. I don’t know what to do, Amber, I really don’t.” He continued and I couldn’t believe that Rhys Fenrir was actually being vulnerable right in front of me, a maid.

Have you got any juice today? I don’t know why I feel happy receiving his chat. I think for a while and reply to him. I got one. Alright, see you at the hospital I realized this is the worst appearance that I can give to my friend that will accompany me. Should I use some tint so I do not look so pale? How I wish I could take a bath though. So yeah maybe using tint is not a bad idea. I looked at my reflection in this tiny mirror, I look awful. The nurse didn’t help me to clean myself, they just provided me warm water, and how could I wipe my body with my hand being infused? Arthur will take a bit longer. Maybe I could change my shirts, even though my hair will not in its best smell. Arthur,