Rhysand And Feyre の小説・ストーリー

Rhysand was her vampire son who at his age, was strong enough to hit a table and it split into many pieces. Rhysand was short and slim, he had invisible abs as small as he is, his brown eyes were fierce and cold, and he was always wearing a cold expression and a deadly smirk. Smirking was his only expression aside keeping a plain face. The mother and child were taking care of themselves when a force came through the wooden door and Feyre snapped her eyes towards the door and saw that it was pushed open. After creating Rhysand, did Feyre start to realize that she was slowly losing her powers,her once silver colored hair were turning Grey and her spell bonding wasn't effective as usual,the vam

I came with a muffled scream around Kairos’s cock, thighs trembling violently as Rhysand licked me through every wave, drinking down everything I gave him. They didn’t let me recover. Rhysand stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and positioned himself behind me. “My turn to feel this tight cunt again.” In one brutal thrust, he slammed into me to the hilt. I screamed around Kairos’s cock, the stretch burning so perfectly.

It would be more hurtful watching your fiance growing a relationship with someone else, even if it was necessary. Iris shot Lyra a warning look, glanced briefly at Ryder who met her sad eyes with his cold stare. She was used to him being cold, it was what made him feared in the seven kingdoms but she knew that he was changing, he was changing and she could do nothing about it. She sighed and followed Xanth to go scout for a lodge for them, one thing brought her mind to ease, it was the fact that this growing relationship between Ryder and Lyra was only for a while, only until the year of Osyron and then she would be gone and Ryder would belong to her once again. And when that time comes, she

The horizon became a canvas of colors, painting their love story with a soft, ethereal glow. In the tranquil embrace of nature, they embraced one another, their hearts resonating with the profound connection they shared. It was a day that was more than just a respite from royal duties; it was a celebration of their love, a reminder of the power of togetherness. The sea whispered its secrets, the wind carried their laughter, and the world, for a while, faded into the background as Roberick and Cynthia's love story continued to unfold against the backdrop of Eldoria's beauty.

(Zyandra's POV) Rhett lay on the forest floor, his chest rising and falling unevenly, eyes half-closed, as though the night itself had drained him of his strength. I knelt beside him, my heart thudding in my chest. The anger that had fueled me moments ago was now tempered by something unfamiliar—pity, maybe, or the faintest flicker of doubt. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, what had just happened. He had walked into a world he had no concept of, and I had nearly killed him in blind obedience to duty.

Lyra's POV While Kael took the scholar to the great hall, l went to the archive. I'd been thinking about Isolde's signature on the Vane family agreement since the day I rode back from the eastern territory. If she had brokered territorial arrangements in this region thirty years ago, Blackthorne's own records might hold something about what else she was doing here at the same time. I didn't expect to find anything significant. I just needed to be doing something while a man I had never met sat in a room with Kael telling him things I wasn't there to hear.

“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…..”

The walls of that house became my cage, suffocating in its silence. My only escape was television. The moment I turned it on, the universe twisted its knife. There, broadcast for all to see, was the glorious presentation of the twin heirs of Keladia: Kaelan Draven Greystorm Lockwood and Serenya Valtoria Greystorm Lockwood, cradled proudly by their parents. Queen Luna Bella Flora Lockwood and her Lycan King, Chadrick Kent Greystorm. The image of him—Hendrick’s mirror, down to the smolder in his eyes—made my chest cave. My nails dug into my palms until they nearly broke the skin.

"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.

His eyes darkened. “Mine.” I do not know why I looked, perhaps it was wolf, leading me to see. But In that moment I turned, and there he was; Ryken, the Lycan king, -Staring at me like death itself.