Rhys Book Character Novels & Stories

He’d reached Lila’s side by the time they stopped before Benjamin and she made the introductions. “I’m not big on wolves,” Benjamin grumbled as he made a concerted effort to politely shake Joseph’s outstretched hand, “but these are extenuating circumstances.” “I’m not sure I understood Ingrid correctly,” Joseph admitted. Looking past Benjamin, he smiled at the man who leaned against the wall in a surprisingly relaxed manner. Jutting his chin in his direction, he asked, “Is this our new wolf?” Before the warlock could respond, Jasper moved forward and extended his hand to Joseph as he grumbled, “We don’t know what the hell I am. I’m wolf, but something more.”

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying:

He says and I sigh. If I’m being honest with myself, I know he’s telling the truth. Ryo is not like any of the girls I know. She doesn’t play for an audience. She’s too honest and she’s real. It’s refreshing to spend time with her. I feel like I can just talk with her. No games, no pretending. “I promise you I won’t do anything to hurt her.” I say and he smiles. “I don’t get why you don’t let her be. You know you’re not interested in her so why keep spending time with her?” He says not really asking me the question. He’s just saying it so I can hear the words come out of his mouth.

Lily lay motionless beside the wrecked van. Her face was swollen and covered in bruises. Cuts marked her skin. Her clothes had been ripped during the struggle. She looked so small lying there. So broken. My knees hit the ground beside her. For a moment… I couldn’t breathe. I shrugged off my cut and carefully laid it over her, covering her as gently as I could. My hands shook as I brushed a strand of hair away from her battered face. “I’m here,” I whispered. “You hear me, Princess?”

Perhaps ‘Alice'—the name on the book—had been a girl with quite the talent for drawing. He glanced up at the man. “This belonged to Alice?” he asked. Adrian shook his head in reply. He looked weaker. Rhys noticed that perhaps the struggle with death to remain in the world of the living—even as a shadow—was becoming too exhausting. His hair seemed to have become thinner and whiter, and Rhys could see some strands that had fallen off. He stepped closer to the bed. “Would you like me to read these out to you?” he asked. Adrian shook his head. He stretched his head out and pointed to Sophie, who was still asleep on the floor. Rhys understood immediately. He dipped the book into his pocket.

"Lord Caspien Gray...It's good to see you, old friend." Rhys stated, a small smile on his lips as he hugged the incredibly handsome stranger... ***

And there, sitting on the high seat, was Rhys. He looked different. He wasn't the quiet, helpful advisor anymore. He was wearing the heavy gold crown, though it looked too big for his head. He looked like a child playing dress-up in a graveyard. "You're late, Demetrius," Rhys said. He didn't get up. He just leaned back, his fingers tapping on the stone arms of the throne. "I expected you to die in that bed. I expected the girl to run." "I don't run anymore," I said, stepping forward with Demetrius.

he whispered, his voice raw, “choose. Choose me. Prove your loyalty.” My gaze darted to Rhys. His face was unreadable, but his eyes held a challenge, a silent dare. Choose me. Choose chaos. Choose the unknown. The choice felt impossible. Kieran, the Alpha, the one I was bound to, represented a suffocating control, a life I was desperate to escape. Rhys, the rebel, the dark one, offered a dangerous freedom, a path I knew nothing about. But his touch, his words, had awakened something in me that Kieran’s possessiveness could never reach.

“You don’t even know what that means.” “I don’t care. I’m not dying at your feet just to fulfill someone else’s plan.” She smiled bitterly. “You always did love a doomed cause.” “No,” he said, eyes fixed on hers. “I love you.” And then, from the trees— A rustle. Everyone turned, a figure stepped into the light. It was Rhys. He looked…so different. Eyes too still, skin flushed with power that didn’t belong. The power burned faintly through his shirt like veins of molten coal.

He’d chosen power over family, and now, the ghost of his exiled uncle had returned, with his supposedly dead sister at his side, threatening to topple the whole rotten structure he’d climbed upon. “Selena?” Rhys finally spat, his voice filled with venom. “What is the meaning of this? You’re consorting with this....this— MONSTER?” He gestured wildly at Austin. “This monster Rhys,” I said, my voice clear and cold, carrying over the sudden hush, “is more of an Alpha than your pathetic leader could ever dream of being. And he’s the one who saved me when YOU stood by and watched them try to murder me.” A gasp went through the crowd. Rhys’s face contorted with fury. “You lie! You were a traitor! S