Rhysand Acotar Novels & Stories

Since Atticus and Kairo were mixed breeds, they were living proof that Lycans could be with werewolves. “Ashton, I still want you to be safe. You're my friend; you're important to me.” I informed him. Ashton's eyes flickered. He looked at me with disbelief, but I noticed strange emotions in his eyes. I didn't know if he was sad or happy after he heard my words. “Alpha, you don't need to trust me because I don't want you to be hurt and disappointed in me.” Ashton whispered those words. My forehead creased, confused because of what he had meant.

But, she immediately bowed and left. “It’s all so confusing.” I admitted. “And unbelievable. It makes no sense.” “I’m sure it doesn’t.” The Lycan King stretched to his full height, walking back to the table. I kept my eyes on him. I couldn't notice how effortlessly flawless he looked. “Why is there an old painting of me?” I asked, looking back at the desk where I had left the piece of paper. “Technically, that’s a painting of Queen Serene’s descendant, Lady Aurora.” the Lycan King replied.

That explains why he hasn't been bothering me for a week now. “Lesly, how bad does a wolfsbane affect a Lycan… especially if it's the king?” “Ahh, we are not..” “Are you planning to use it on the King?” I felt some presence behind me, I turned back but the figure was no longer there. But now behind me, I turned back only to be almost blinded by the reflection from him. “Welcome Sir Anderson,” Lesley and Christina bowed, and I also couldn't look up to him but refused to bow.

His cousin worked tirelessly to prove himself to Rhys even when he never asked him to. Even now, with Bash holding this newfound knowledge that could seriously have him killed within Amira’s body, Rhys knew his cousin would never reveal this secret. Surprisingly, His closest friends were the only ones he should consider as threats. His cousin, Baltir- if he ever wanted to take the role of an Alpha King and then there was the hybrid vampire-werewolf, Evander. It might not seem like they were close, but he was a newer addition to his friendship circle.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

"Exactly, it’s not a done deal yet so it means I still have a chance to–" A menacing growl that shakes the building reverberates from Roy and his powerful aura swirls around us. "Prince Ezran. I'm not here for games." "Come on man. Look at his face. Don't provoke him…" the dark brown-haired male says, his eyes on me. "Hey, little one. You must be special for the Lycan to be this possessive of you." His purple eyes glow as if he's trying to see through my soul and I push myself into Roy's body, my heart pounding. Something tells me these two are very powerful and dangerous beings and are not to be trifled with despite their playful nature.

he lifted his eyes back to mine, something raw flashing through them, “I don’t know.” Was he seriously kidding me right now? Varkos Draven, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. The man who never had any ounce of softness for humans. Didn’t know? “When I saw Lily being taken,” he went on, his voice quieter now, “my body moved before my mind could stop it. Instinct. Rage. Something I couldn’t explain…” He shook his head once. “ I just don’t fucking know.” “And that terrifies you,” I whispered. His eyes snapped back to mine.

Drystan, the Crown Prince, was surrounded by another party of rebels, led by Edgar. "You have lost, Your Highness." Drystan gritted his teeth and frowned as he attempted to form his fire element, but he was taken aback when nothing came out of it. "H-how..." His eyes trembled in disbelief as he looked at his arm. "It's exactly what I stated." With his sword in hand, Edgar took a step forward, his gaze deadly as he glared into Drystan's crimson eyes. "You have lost." Drystan continued, pointing the blade directly in front of his eyes while he shivered in fear.

My grip tightened on the scroll, eyes locked on his face until he looked away first. "I was reviewing your clan's 'assets,' Mr. Vareth," I said with a pained smile. "I didn't know that Targarion's wealth consisted of the souls you stole from my homeland. You want to know why I'm cold to you? Because every time you touch me, I feel like I'm being touched by a thief who hasn't returned his loot." Leon stepped forward, his face pale in the library light. "Rhea, that's an old map... it was my father's idea, I just, "

Now, my heart was thundering like war drums. The entire pack and a few dignitaries from other packs had gathered, dressed in shades of gold and earth, drums echoing softly in the background like the heartbeat of the land itself. The scent of burning sage floated through the air, mixing with the sharp sweetness of ceremonial wine. Rockan and Denara stood beside me… my only family, before Eva arrived. Our pack. My sanity.” “You look like you’re about to faint,” Denara teased, her eyes dancing with mischief. Rockan didn’t miss a beat. “How the bloody fuck is the almighty Lord Tyris so nervous?” he scoffed, smirking.