Rhys Book Character Novels & Stories

Elara felt the ache in her marrow, the dry rasp of a throat that had never known true thirst, and the terrifying vulnerability of skin that could be bruised. "Rhys... status," Kael wheezed. He was crouched in the grey dust, his fingers digging into the volcanic silt. His bronze scars were gone, replaced by faint, jagged lines of pale skin. The fire wasn't a roar in his blood anymore; it was a tiny, flickering candle deep in his chest. Rhys didn't have a tablet. He had a piece of jagged metal he’d scavenged from the debris. He was staring at the horizon, where the skeletal remains of a "Needle City" pierced the black sky.

"Which is fine. You're allowed to be scared. But don't pretend it's realism when it's actually self-protection." Rhys wanted to argue, wanted to insist that Phoenix was wrong, that his caution had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with practical assessment of the situation. But before he could formulate a response, R called out from across the room. "Papa! I found a book about ladies! It's called 'Pride and Prejudice.' Is this about the lady who makes you weird?" Phoenix barely suppressed a laugh while Rhys closed his eyes and prayed for patience. "No, buddy," he said. "That's a different kind of story. About different kinds of ladies. From a long time ago."

“Never grasped what’s so good about this one though.” Amara eyed the book and a familiar sensation hit her. “This one?” she asked. Rhys nodded placing the book back. And running his fingers over others. “You have read that.” He said. Amara stilled but soon recovered and asked. “What is it about?” “A princess in love with the villain.” Amara laughed. “Never took you as a reading type.”

"You don't have to open the door if you don't want to. It's your break and you've earned it, but eat something, for your sake. Lyros will have them break the door down tomorrow no matter if you're ready or not, so get some food, rest, and prepare yourself." My hand turns the handle of the door before he's even done talking, and he's there. Rhys is also there too, a tad bit taller than Cain, but both of them, broad shouldered and slim waisted forms. The character Cain reminds me of pops into my head the next second. A cold and uncaring trader who catches the eye of the princess and who she decides she can't live without. I look away and clear my throat. "Thank you for the heads up Cain. I'll.

The way she protected you from me, I am pretty sure she is someone who is on your side. My smile faded at his words and wrote, Me: You are a better judge of characters than me. I hate how I did not know the true colours of Asher even after being with him for more than 20 years but Rhys knows what kind of a person Linda is after spending just a week with her. Rhys: I am flattered. Another message came immediately. Rhys: I miss you, Alora. My heart thumped against my rib cage as I read those words. I could feel his sincerity through the text. I am sure now he is not a kind of a person who lies, he is simple, hot headed and extremely caring and that's my conclusion for Rhys Larsen.

It was Rhys, one of Edward's most capable men, the one I had entrusted to shadow Natalia and provide me with the crucial information I sought. Rhys stepped into the room, his presence emanating a mix of quiet confidence and unwavering determination. I scrutinized him carefully, appreciating the caliber of his skills and the lengths he was willing to go to accomplish the task at hand. There was no denying that he possessed the potential to be a formidable asset in our pursuit of the truth.

He didn’t seem to care that I was basically mute, or if he did, he didn’t let me know. I opened the book, and to my surprise, it was a chapter regarding Reavers. How coincidental… I reached out to Wynter, to find her absent and that was what triggered my memories of my dream before. The black and gold castle that belonged to my Demon… it was so fucking similar to this place. Different colors, but so eerily similar you’d think he and Raphael designed them together.

Tatiana prepares a portal not only for Jordan and Kevin but also one for Caleb and me so we can return home. Home. Crescent Moon Pack never felt like home. But Black Ruby Rogue Pack is my home. It is the place where I met Caleb and Raven and made friends. It is the place where I want to spend the rest of my life.

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.

Deadly. Sucking in a deep breath, she forced herself to open the satchel, her fingers stilling as they encountered smooth leather instead of the cold, hard steel she’d been expecting. With a rueful smile, she pulled out the heavy book that was written in a language she didn’t recognize. She wistfully trailed her fingers over the aged leather of the cover. She’d encountered various demons and warriors and even powerful witches during her travels with Francisco, but none had offered such a fascinating mixture of contrasts. Icily aloof and yet so vulnerable. Rhye was strong and yet tender. Raw, ruthless power with the soul of an alpha.