Rhysand And Feyre Novels & Stories

I was holding onto hope that he would find his way back to his family at the very end of it all. “Damn. Your mate was something else with that fighting. Fuck, Dante. Please let me know the next time they do that,” Chris said as he approached me in the dining room. I was just waiting for my girl before I grabbed food. She probably worked up an appetite with all of that Warrior Princess fighting she did. Fucking sexy. “Xylern is going to be working with her the rest of this week. Then my favorite horny Granny Fae will be fighting her with combat magic. Apparently she and Ziyah are the only ones who know it. Cannot fucking wait for that.”

LYRA I couldn’t sleep, the feast was a poison in my blood, the memory of his hand on my neck, his breath in my ear, how my body had betrayed me and curved into his touch, it was all too much, so I ran out here, to this small forgotten balcony, to get air in my lungs that wasn't choking on his smell and the stench of his victory, and that's when I heard them, voices carried up from the courtyard below, his voice, but altered, stripped, and I leaned over the railing and saw him, Kael, without armor, without crown, just a man in the moonlight, his shoulders slumped, his head bent, and the look was so monstrous I near enough gave a great gasp.

"A weapon. A healer. An anomaly. But when I'm with you, I don't need to know. I just... am." He covered my hand with his, pressing it harder against his heart. "That is enough," he said. "That is everything." We stood there, on the edge of my silence, connected by a touch and a truth neither of us had spoken aloud before. A soft cough from behind us. Leo, looking embarrassed. "Sorry to interrupt, but Kellan's fever is getting worse." The moment shattered. Rhydian stepped back, his expression shifting back to the controlled Alpha. But his hand lingered on mine for one heartbeat longer before letting go.

It’s just that I can’t help feeling a little jealous. I sigh. It isn’t going to do me any good to be jealous of Chris. He is my brother now. Back to what I was doing, I flip the next page. The serpents in here are a bit crazy. I sure hope that I don’t have to face this one. It says that it is called the Hydra. Nine heads! A shiver wracks my body. It may be in the river Styx. Apparently, it used to haunt the lakes in Lerna. Now I am definitely not going to get any sleep. I put the books away and head to the gym. It’s completely silent when I walk in. I strip off my shirt and begin to punch the bags when I heard the door open. Glancing back, I notice Chris walk in.

The way he tilted his head, the glint of disdain in those storm-gray eyes, it was pure, unspoken threat. A promise of what would happen if Allister pushed just a fraction too far. Allister stood tall, refusing to step back. Posturing. Two alphas, locked in silence. No words, just presence and power. But the worst—best—part? It wasn’t for him. It was for me. Rhysand wasn’t claiming dominance over Allister, he was claiming me. His energy wound around me, pulled at my skin, my breath, the aching heat that coiled low in my body, and fuck, my body responded.

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

Chapter 70: Brutal --Narrator-- Ares frequently visited the fae kingdom where he could be himself. He travels back and forth from the fae castle to the castle of the dragons in the mythical lands. He needed a release after his last encounter with Demi. He wanted to take her whether it be against her will or not. He wanted to ram into her. To hear her scream as he pushed in and out of her little pussy without stopping to breath. The harder she fights against him the more he wants her. Ryder has already marked her pretty little neck. Ares had bloodlust when it came to Ryder. He wanted to kill him, and he planned to. He was almost done playing around at the castle. He was starting to realize th

His hand dropped to his side as Lyra blinked in surprise, her heart still racing because she didn’t expect him to press his lips into her that long. Meanwhile, Rhys fists clenched tightly, his jaw set with anger as he watched the scene unfold before him. Anya, sensing his unease, bit her lip, puzzled by his strong reaction. Was it possible that he still harbored feelings for his ex? The thought stirred a fierce protectiveness in her and her inner wolf, especially since she and Rhys were set to marry soon. The wedding ceremony sped by, with many customs left unobserved. As royals, they were meant to partake in a grand parade and balcony show at the palace, but Kian opted to skip it all.

I take it, rising up beside him and bowing at the Alpha. “Father, this is Vaelora Rhydian. My mate.” His voice is thick with tension as he introduces me but that’s not what worries me. The darker man from earlier stiffen, his eyes growing wide for a while before relaxing as he peers at me, his intense gaze causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. I tear my gaze away, fixating on the way the King Alpha smiles at me. Silence falls over the room again, the sound of the clock ticking being the only thing disrupting the tension in the room.

They humiliated her, hurt her, bullied her without mercy. Until a handsome young man appeared—Darius Blackthorn. He helped her, protected her, and gave her the attention she had never received, making her heart slowly open to him. Until fate, guided by the Moon Goddess, united her with the man she had loved in silence for seven years through a sacred marriage. Rayna appeared happy, becoming the Luna of the city’s strongest Alpha, her husband, Darius. But something changed in him. Darius now was harsh, belittling, always hurting her without mercy. Yet she believed this was a trial, demanding she become a strong Luna.