Rhysand Acotar Novels & Stories

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, "

Her teary eyes refused to leave his, which were glowering at him with nothing but pure anger and hatred, which the Lycan Prince was enjoying more than anything. Standing right in front of her, Nevan lowered his head and slanted it closer to her face. “And you know what? Her dread of death might kill her before even her death would reach her tonight,” he uttered to her while grinning which outraged Anisia so much that she could not hold back her fist from getting raised at him to hit his awful mouth, but Anisia forgot who was in front of her this time, which the Lycan Prince made sure to make her remember by grasping her wrist in the middle.

Eros snorted seeing that, you are an unstable dog, he said to himself. The lycans and witchers also started moving to collect their dead. Aro, looked at all of that with a dazed gaze, especially at his master's body. Now, without Vasilio, what should he do? Then, a small hand gripped his consciousness. He looked down to see Viktor who was now also giving him a serious look. Suddenly, Aro sat up and cried. He bowed to Viktor and said, "Long live King Viktor friz Heraksel!"

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

"What are you talking about? Unmask herself?" The King stated explaining "As you well know my late wife, the Queen, was a hybrid. Half witch. Half Lycan. She was Arya's mother. The witch side, no matter the amount passed down, is always stronger with the next generation. It also allows them to have special abilities as well as being a Lycan. She has quite a few abilities from what we have discovered. Masking her scent is just one of those abilities she has explored. When she left her husband and declared herself rogue her scent didn't actually change to how a normal wolf or Lycans would when becoming rogue. She had to mask her scent and make herself smell like a rogue until her and the baby

“We’ve talked about this.” “Yes, but… Why? Don’t you like our dark hair? Don’t you want to look like me?” Fuck, of course I did. I hated being Ashlyn Rivers. I missed being Bianca Ravenwood, daughter of Selene, Lycan Princess. I hated hiding. But I had no choice. If I hadn’t let the world believe we’d died…

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

Alaric, the tyrant king, stood tall and proud, his piercing gaze cutting through her like a blade. "Your Majesty," she whispered, her voice trembling as she fought to hold back tears. "Please have mercy... I am pregnant with your child..." Alaric's expression was a mask of indifference. He clenched his jaw as the tension radiated off him like heat from a forge. "Do you take me for a fool, Rosalind?" he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "You expect me to believe that you—of all people—would bear my child? The daughter of a fallen noble, reduced to a mere plaything in my court?"