Rhys Booktok Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes, looking up at him with a silent, helpless plea in my gaze. Tristan stared down at me, taking in my flushed cheeks and shallow breathing. The dark smile returned to his face. Instead of leaning down to kiss me, he slowly pulled his hand away from my face, breaking the physical contact entirely. The sudden loss of his touch felt like a splash of freezing water. My skin coldness instantly missed his warmth, and a desperate, empty ache flared up in my chest. "Get some rest, Iris," Tristan said smoothly, taking a deliberate step back and putting space between us. His voice was completely calm, as if he hadn't just set my entire body on fire.

“I should be thanking you. For rescuing me from my shattered world and healing my soul.” Our eyes held. No words were needed to feel the flood of emotions between us. “I love you, my Feisty Queen,” he whispered. A wide smile spread across my face. “And I love you too, MY RUTHLESS LYCAN KING.” And with that, surrounded by the ones I loved, with Ivy’s spirit never far, my story found its peace. THE END

Finally, I wasn’t alone anymore. “Miss me?” Rhys’ voice filled my mind. A shiver moved down my spine when her strength rushed through me. “Let’s level the playing field, shall we?” * * * AN Hi Everyone, Thank you for reading my story!

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.

“I’ve done it before, Zach, I’ll do it again.” “That was different,” Zach says but his voice is quieter now, more careful. “You didn’t have a human mate to protect back then.” The words hang in the air and Rhys’s hands clench into fists at his sides and I watch the tendons in his forearms stand out. “Get them out of here.” Rhys gestures to the dead wolves. “I want them dumped on Viktor’s border with a message” “What message?” Kade asks. “Tell him—” Rhys pauses and looks directly at me and there’s something dark and possessive in his expression that makes my pulse race. “Tell him if he ever try to touch what’s mine again I’ll burn his entire territory to the ground.”

Looks like he just finished his morning workout. I nodded my head. "All of this.. where did you get it?" I asked as I looked back at the thick books that revealed the titles on their backs. There are collections of books by Alfred Tennyson, Homer, Jane Eyre, and many more. This is heaven for me. "The books were here when I bought this castle." Rhysand replied. I heard his footsteps approaching. "I didn't do anything but take care of them, and repair parts to say the least."

I want to leave that up to you guys. Option 1: I give you a couple of Rhys POVs to explain exactly why he felt he had to step aside, we wrap up his storyline quickly, and we focus on Nathaniel's redemption? Option 2: Rhys decides he isn't going down without a fight. He finds a way to balance the ledger and repay Nathaniel so they can both fight for Betty on an even playing field. This will give us an epic "Gentlemen's War." (Keep in mind, this will make the book a bit longer, but the angst and the tension will be off the charts! 🔥)

“I don’t want Damon defining this chapter of my life.” “He won’t,” Rhys said. “Not if you keep doing what you did today.” “And what was that?” “Reminding everyone you’re human,” he replied. “Not a prophecy. Not leverage. Not a blessing wrapped in fear.” I smiled faintly. “Funny. I felt like I was barely holding myself together.” “That’s usually when people are the most real,” he said. I lay back, exhaustion finally pulling at me. “Wake me if anything happens.” “I won’t sleep,” he said.

He made himself comfortable before lifting his gaze from a smiling Kiara who had been chatting his ears off in a language I didn’t understand. He’s gaze settled on me and after studying me for a moment, he spoke; “I am Hephaestus. Uncle to Kiara and Chaos” “Oh… I’m Alpha River and welcome. I wasn’t informed you were coming” I said with a small smile as I took the seat in front of him “I was supposed to arrive tomorrow but I wasn’t busy today and I decided to pass by” “That’s okay. Do you need me to get Chaos for you?” “No… no actually I came to see you. Chaos had always wanted her own personal library and training center and her mother thought it will be nice to build one for her as a mating

ELYSIA’S POV The room felt colder after he left. Not in a physical sense; the fire still crackled in the hearth, warm and steady. But something had shifted when the door closed behind him. The air felt heavier, emptier. I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the furs, trying to steady my breathing as I stared at the closed door, as if it might open again at any moment. But it didn’t. He was here. The Alpha King was here—Alpha King Rhaegar. He had caught me just as I was about to collapse.