Rhys Book Novels & Stories

Rhys admits, with a sad note in his voice, then he looks down at the book in his lap. "I be your friend, so will Gunnar, Aiden, Anarchy and Roan." Phoenix reaches out and places her hand over Rhys’, moving closer to him. "Looks like you're having fun making friends," Draig mentions, while looking to me for permission to enter the room and I nod. "They're not scared of me, I've been teaching Nix to read," Rhys looks over to Phoenix and smiles, making her tilt her head at what he called her. "Phoenix," she corrects, making him giggle and nod.

“Why would I ever do that?” Rhys’s lips twitch. “You tell me.” He reaches down and picks up one of the books, turning it in his large hands. “The History of Lycan Clans,” he reads aloud. “I don’t recall this being part of your study regimen.” Hope opens her mouth, but before she can speak, I step forward. “It’s mine, Captain.” Rhys turns his head toward me, his sharp eyes raking over me from head to toe. I straighten my spine despite the tremor running through me.

Rhianna was holding out her arms to him, and he picked up the book on dream walking and joined everyone at the table. "Reasa, you've had extensive experience with your empathic abilities. This book contains the ancient lore I told you about," Rhianna began, setting the open book down on one end of the table. She motioned for Liam and Reasa to join her as she sat down.

Berserkers are obsessed with wood, and Viki also has a deep love for books. ‘Smut books with monsters and aliens,’ Raven groans, remembering the book Viki gave me two days ago. ’Reading about Krakens mating with a human male was—’ Raven interrupts me before I can finish. ‘Traumatic, that’s what it was.’ I snort before going to look inside the closet for a new set of sheets and a blanket. While there, I make a mental note of things Red might need once she can leave the clinic—from clothes to towels and other things females need.

"He's my cousin. He’s powerful, strategic, and views Darek Ironfang as a true threat to the Pack's safety. He's a reluctant ally, but he needs to accept Luna before the Trials begin." Rhys met us at an isolated, small hunting cabin deep within the protected woods - a neutral territory for high-ranking Pack members. Rhys was strikingly different from Kael and Marcus. He was tall and lean, wearing tailored, expensive clothes, and his wolfish eyes were a pale, calculating green. He projected calm, cerebral authority, not aggressive dominance. He greeted Kael warmly, but his assessment of me was instantaneous and thorough, lasting several uncomfortable seconds. "So, the human Mate," Rhys stated,

The smoke began to part, drawn into a swirling vortex by the sheer mass of the figure stepping forward. Rhys emerged from the dust. He looked like an ancient war god forged in the deep earth. His tatted chest was slick with sweat, his jaw set in a hard, merciless line, and his hazel-blue eyes had completely transitioned into a blazing, feral gold. On his left arm, the newly forged moonstone wraps pulsed with a deep, violent purple light—the stored kinetic energy of the poison he had just sucked from his own veins. "You blew my doors," Rhys said, his voice dropping into a register so low it made the remaining glass monitors on the walls vibrate. "You shot my brother. And you threatened my wom

The nostalgia and all my highlighted points are mostly about Rhys. "This means a lot," I said. "You know the male lead in this book; his name is Rhys, and oh god, he is the epitome of sexiness. When I came to know more about him, I was like, Sir, please step on me. His eyes, his wings, and his I could not finish my sentence when I heard a low growl erupt in Noah's throat. "Be careful when you are talking about other men while I am here," Noah threatened.

RHYERS Rhyers was in WaterRose’s library, patiently waiting for Sebastian to come down. As he often did. He sat quietly in the blue chair awaiting Sebastian, knowing he always wandered down when he was good and healed. Rhyers had leisurely picked up the book Elsabet had left set open on the counter. He’d picked up reading where she had left off. He was surprised to find it was plump with old-world tales. Some of the characters were very similar to the Forever Knights. Which he found intriguing.

Amira frowned at discovering the desk across from her was empty, and so were the armchairs by the fireplace. “Wow.” Amira’s head snapped to the side. Rhys was dashing in his black and navy embroidered waistcoat and black shirt that had three buttons undone, revealing his collarbones and the beginning of his chest muscles, the navy cravat loose. Those deep blue eyes were sharp, bow-tip lips looking so kissable with his damp hair half smoothed back in style while the rest remained rebelliously dishevelled. Rhys was looking more devilishly handsome. Especially as he held an open book in front of him, body facing her direction.

At least, for now, I want to pretend everything is still alright. I step out of the kitchen and through the corridor to the living room. "Would you like any snacks with—" I gasp halfway through my question, nearly dropping the tray. Rhys is holding a familiar book in his hand. I instantly know what it is, but I stubbornly hope he didn’t read it. That thought flies out the window when he opens his mouth. "You have quite the imagination, Kira Davidson."