Rhysand Acotar Novels & Stories

"If they give you that information and it checks out? Are you going to continue with the larger jobs? The ones that could be even more dangerous?" "I don't know," Ravyn admitted. "I'll decide once I see what they give me. Once I know whether this is real or just an elaborate manipulation." She finally moved off Dante, sitting beside him on the bed and running her hands through her hair. "I should shower and get ready for work. Should probably check on Rhysand too, see if he's awake yet." "He's awake," came a small voice from the doorway, and they both turned to see Rhysand standing there in his dinosaur pajamas, his face still bearing the mask he wore for sleep to help with his allergies. "I

Mind-linking required full concentration—or so I assumed. He cleared his throat, his voice commanding my attention. “My name is Visaris Rael Rhysand. I’m the Lycan King. And most recently…your mate.” My heart gave a startled jolt. “Should I… bow? Call you ‘Your Majesty’?” I asked awkwardly. “No, that won’t be necessary. Visaris is fine,” he said, waving it off. “And you are?” “I’m Roisin. Roisin Sinclair. I’m a werewolf… eighteen years old. That’s… pretty much everything.”

The sound was sharp, “I don't want to see you. I don't miss you. I am not your body.” He replied, his voice low and harsh, “Now go away.” If Sandra's display hadn't attracted attention, Rhysand's burst of emotions had, I could feel the stares, Curiosity, and judgment filled their gaze. This wasn't good.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

His breathing was shallow, blood pouring fast. “You better stay alive, dammit,” I growled, pressing my hand hard on the wound. “I’m fine,” he muttered, voice barely there. “Just… make sure they don’t get closer to the girls.” I looked over the edge of the altar, Azrik was a blur of rage and lightning, but Rhydan… Rhydan wasn’t just holding on. He was evolving. He radiated stolen power like a demon crowned by blood and fire. Every strike he threw cracked stone, every punch sparked unnatural wind. He’d absorbed something monstrous from this cursed cult, and he was using it.

He confessed his failings, acknowledged his mistakes, and presented the evidence of the Circle’s insidious manipulation. He began with Elara, a seasoned warrior who had once been his closest confidante but had become deeply suspicious of him. He didn’t offer excuses, but shared the details of the Obsidian Circle’s psychological warfare, revealing the elaborate schemes designed to turn him against Silvermoon. He showed her the fabricated evidence, the carefully crafted lies that had poisoned her perception of him and Silvermoon. Elara, initially resistant, began to see cracks in the façade the Obsidian Circle had constructed. Lyra’s earlier revelations about the organization’s manipulative ta

Taelin- “You did what?” I asked the Alpha King incredulously. “I have sent for your friend Theo to be brought here. He is due to arrive at some point today. When we knew we were close to creating a cure, I figured you would want him here. The thing is though, he is in,” The Alpha King paused as he looked over his shoulder at Ryan. “She calls them tanks. Stage three rogues.” Ryan answered the Alpha King’s unspoken question. “Ah, yes. He has entered the third stage of the transformation. I believed you would want to cure him soon. I also thought it would be an effective way to test the cure before we send it out.” The Alpha King finished.

"You meant that you've failed. Just like the one before you. And the one before him. And every other trembling fool who's stood in this room and offered me explanations instead of results." "Y-Your Majesty..." the healer whispered, his composure cracking. "Please... just seven more days. I beg you. I'll make her wake. I swear on my life!" "Seven days?" A cold laugh escaped him. "She’s been lying here like a fucking corpse for fourteen days already. Fourteen. Are you seriously suggesting I give your incompetent ass yet another week to disappoint me?" Fourteen days? I'd been unconscious for two weeks. The realization made my stomach drop. For two whole weeks, I'd been lying helpless in the Lyc

Third Person Matteo observed the intense confrontation between Joric and Clay. He acknowledged the strength of both combatants, recognizing the potential for either to assume the role of the other's beta. Despite Clay's current beta status, Matteo sensed that he possessed the capability to ascend to the position of Alpha. In their human forms, despite Joric's seniority, Clay exhibited a formidable fighting prowess and a physique that matched Joric's. Well-trained and disciplined, Matteo wouldn't be surprised if Clay, the prospective beta, managed to surpass his future alpha.

In the Raven palace, Irina's condition is so bleak. Her vitals are all dropping and the healers seem to lose hope of her survival. "Your highness King Cadmus, she might not live past this night. We should be prepared to live without our queen. We are so sad that we will lose our queen like this" the senior healer who seems to have developed an unhealthy dislike towards Valerie told the king. His name is Sanador. He has been serving the Raven clan for over two decades now. He is experienced and very popular for his skills in healing people whom no other healer can.