Rhysand And Feyre Novels & Stories

Glancing into his eyes with fascination, I watched the white swirling circles appear around his pupils and rapidly grow with intensity. “We can't help it, Freya. You are my Fianna and I am your Fennid. Basically, it's our kind's version of soul mates. Our one true love. There is no getting away from it, and we can't fight it either. So, you see, it's not your fault.”

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.

Which should have been the first thing we did, but I guess with the language barriers among other things, it never came to my mind. “Grudal, alpha of Redmoon.” He returns the handshake. “Welcome to our home.” “Thank yo—“the rest of my words get swallowed when I catch sight of white and dark brown hair. With the sun setting in the background and the reddish orange hues, Feyre looks like she is coming right out of a dream. A fantasy the normal mind couldn’t even fathom. Her hair which is usually in a bun is plaited with flower petals in between. The heavy braid hangs off her single shoulder.

Chapter 4 Tanya's POV I felt my body breaking. It wasn’t pain the way I had known it before. My bones felt as though they were stretching from the inside, my muscles elongating violently beneath my skin, following the trail of purple blood that had been exposed to the air. I couldn’t control it. The shift wasn’t coming from my willpower as it was ripping through me. “What are you doing? Capture her! Have her chained and locked up in the dungeon!” Tovar’s voice tore across the chambers, sharp and commanding, but laced with something else now — fear.

I don't know why I am whispering but his eyes move so quickly to mine that my breath seizes. There is always something about his presence that makes me unable to breathe. Something dark. Something enigmatic. He hardly speaks but when he does, it sends shivers running down my spine. Despite him being Zade's brother, we have barely said a word to each other. He only glances at me and nothing more. I don't speak either because something crippling in me always tells me to run away from him before something drastic happens. " Lyra Reyes," He whispers back in his husky low voice.

The wolf raved within me, tearing at my flesh, clawing to escape. My nails lengthened, canines cutting into my lip. My chest heaved as Feris surged forward, blurring the line between us. “Xander…” Edrian’s voice was a rasp, hoarse from silence and thirst. “Why… why are you here?” He looked afraid. Not of death...no, he’d known death all his life. He was afraid of me. He should not fear us. He should kneel. Submit. Feris growled low, vibrating through my chest.

I smiled, and to my surprise, she smiled back—just for a heartbeat—before looking away like she’d betrayed something by doing it. Still trying to act tough. “So,” I breathed, watching the sky, “do you really think we might die?” “Well, yes,” she said plainly. “There’s a probability. Everyone in that room knows it. We’re half-prepared to face Kyante, but we’re doing it anyway. For you. And for Rhaenan, mostly.” I glanced down at my hands. “I’ve known Rhaenan for four hundred years,” she continued. “He’s always stood tall. Strong, loud, sharp-tongued—the most insufferably charming faerie I know. But since Edina was taken, he’s been... different.”

“You think you can challenge me? You think you can meddle with things you don’t understand and not pay the price? That magical entity… it hurt you. It rejected you. Just as she will.” Rhys let out a weak growl, trying to push himself up, but collapsing with a pained yelp. He looked at Kieran, a defiant glint in his eyes despite his agony. “This… this has nothing to do with her choice, Kieran,” Rhys gasped, his voice raspy, his wolf form trembling. “This… this is about something else. Something… ancient.” He struggled for breath. “You don’t understand… you’re all blind.”

And yet, he found himself watching her, waiting for her to say more. “I’m sorry about your wife. She truly didn’t deserve that,” she whispered. Her eyes remained downcast, her breath shaken, Rhysand could see her lips quivering slightly as if… she was cold or whimpering? Rhydian stilled at her as he frowned. No one had said that to him before. Not a single person seemed to sympathize with him regarding his loss. “I don’t care what you think. I do not need your sympathy.” Violet didn’t mind the tension in his voice… she went on.

The one with the eyes that went red when he looked at me. “What—what happened?” I stammer, my hands trembling as I push myself back. “Where’s Betty? Who…who are you? Did…did you touch me?” He scoffs, like my panic amuses him. “Tempting,” he says, his voice low and smooth, “but that’s not my thing.” My stomach tightens. If anything, his calm makes me angrier. And more terrified. “I’m Rhysand,” he continues, stepping closer, each movement deliberate. He presses a kiss to my knuckle. “Vampire prince. And your mate.”