Rhysand And Feyre Fanfiction Novels & Stories

which was a fancy way of saying that Rhysand had enthusiastically covered every inch of paper with paint and called it finished. She listened to his story about dinosaurs who were actually dragons in disguise, who went to regular dinosaur school and tried very hard to not breathe fire during math lessons because that would reveal their secret identities. The parallels to Rhysand's own life—being someone who had to hide important parts of himself to stay safe—weren't lost on Ravyn, though she was careful not to make the connection explicit. They made pancakes together in Dante's tiny kitchen, Rhysand standing on a step stool to help pour batter into the pan while Dante supervised and Ravyn ha

"I can't make any promises. According to someone I know, I'm too stubborn for my own good." I rolled my eyes, reaching out to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. The moment our eyes met, the air changed. There was tension—thick and static, almost like a surge of electricity. I pulled away, clearing my throat. "Is there anything I can do for you? Fluff your pillows?" Rhysand struggled to swallow, his chest heaving slightly as he looked away. "They hurt." "Really?" He nodded slightly. "Like a bitch."

I rolled the vial between my fingers, watching the liquid catch the faint torchlight. “Talk,” I said. Rylan kept his voice low. “The elders are rattled. Faye’s training with Mira now on the old Lunette rituals. They saw her shift this morning. Full form, short but clean. With silver fur, claws, the whole thing. The pack’s fracturing faster than we planned. Some are already whispering she might be the real thing.” I laughed low, rough, as the sound scraping up from my chest. “The real thing.” I spat the words like they tasted foul. “She’s a mongrel playing dress-up in her dead mother’s shadow. They’ll see that soon enough.”

“I don't intend to replace Anastasia anytime soon, so stop trying to push me away." Draco groaned, as he turned back to look at me. "I don't really like sharing things with you though.” He complained and I felt extremely offended. Marius glared at him, “You don't have a choice here. The moon goddess chose her for both of us, so accept it.” Draco scoffed, "I doubt, she probably made a mistake. You and Anastasia can't possibly be a perfect match.” "We might not be a perfect match, but she melts under my touch everytime," Marius boasted proudly and I cringed so hard my stomach hurt. "I got to taste her first, and it is only a matter of time before…..”

What if… Rhys moved closer, crouched in front of me again and tilted my chin up slightly with his fingers. His skin was cold, his gaze steady. For a second, the air between us shifted. I felt something small but electric, like a pull. He must have felt it too because his hand dropped instantly and he stepped back like he’d touched fire. I blinked, so utterly confused. “Get some rest. My people will watch over us,” He muttered tightly. “We move at dawn.”

The door was half‑open—a sliver of wood and glass that someone had forgotten to latch. Aiden’s scent hit her first. She could have kept walking. Should have. Instead, she went very still. Rylan’s voice, low and clipped, carried out. “You sure about this,” he asked. “Because once you throw your lot in with her on paper, there’s no going back to ‘obedient heir’ status.” “I wasn’t planning on going back,” Aiden said. His tone made something tight in Lyra’s chest loosen and knot at the same time.

I would face the darkness, confront the secrets that lay hidden within the abandoned chambers, and do whatever it took to protect those I held dear. With the weight of the impending meeting heavy on my shoulders, I turned my gaze back to Alpha Tyrion. He stirred slightly in his sleep, a testament to his resilience and strength. As I leaned down to press a tender kiss against his temple, I silently vowed to unravel the mysteries that had plagued my past, no matter the cost.

Our love will be a guiding light for our child. **Liana:** *rests her head on Alistair's shoulder* I can't help but imagine their laughter echoing through the castle halls, their footsteps mingling with the rustling leaves of the enchanted forest. **Alistair:** *nods, his expression softening* Our child will grow up surrounded by the magic of Elysandria. They'll learn to appreciate the beauty of nature and the strength of our kingdom. **Liana:** *chuckles* And they'll have you as their role model, Alistair. Your courage, your compassion – they'll inspire them to be the best version of themselves.

" Also, prepare yourself. From the next month, you will start your shooting lessons. ************** I stood before a mirror, a small smile playing on my lips as I observed my body. In three months, I had transformed from the old Yara, that timid and broken girl to a woman I could barely recognise. Previously, to satisfy Andrian's weird kinks, I had dyed my hair blond. Yes, before, I had the perfect silk black hair, long and shiny, and one day, Andrian had jokingly asked me to dye it. And Yara, that stupid girl who was hopelessly in love with him, didn't question anything. She just went ahead and dyed her hair blond, a hair colour that mismatched greatly with my pale skin. Now, thinking back

Rhys's gaze. "As I see, you two have been in a romantic relationship." Mr. Rhys took a deep breath, his expression turned serious. "It's true and I love him more than you think" He, being honest, accepted whatever Mr Rhys was expecting. "What about Your Fiance Amy Richardson? Do you want my boy to be a homewrecker? Your engagement had been announced publically. What's more, Your father would never approve of this kind of relationship." Eryx jolted. Mr Rhys had been speaking the truth. His father would never accept it, not to mention Amy who was literally a psychopath.