Novel & Cerita Rhysand And Feyre

Amara POV Night has started to feel like a book I never meant to open, yet somehow keep finding in my hands, its pages turning without permission while ink bleeds into places that should remain blank. Feeding used to be hunger and relief, a sharp need answered with practiced control, but now it feels like stepping into someone else’s dream while my body stays behind. Each time Nyra offers her wrist, I brace myself not just for blood, but for whatever scraps of memory decide to slip through the cracks between us.

Priya yelled, her face changed and her eyes shifted its colour at an instant. "She is turning, this is her first time." Roy muttered. "You have to leave Vivian... She can't see you, her Father was an Alpha, she would be extremely strong." Roy said in haste. Priya pushed him away with her hands with a full force. Roy fell down hard, his face crushed to the ground as he slid to the doorstep where Cara was sleeping. Cara opened her eyes the moment Roy hit her.

Her eyes shone a deep, vibrant purple—just like Aries’s—reflecting a fierce yet gentle spirit within. She imagined running through forests, swift and silent, her senses alive with the wild freedom of the night. The thought filled her with a quiet hope and determination. Though she was still too young to fully shift or call her lycan forth, Seris felt that the bond would grow stronger with each passing day. For now, dreaming of that future was enough. With a small smile, she let sleep carry her away—into the wild, beautiful world she was destined to become part of. Ruby and Tyler

Leandros rolled his eyes at his twin. He got up to embrace Leandros while I watched them awkwardly. His glance fell on me and he looked at his twin with curiosity. “Will you introduce me or..?” Leandros didn’t let his twin finish his sentence. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his side, plastering me against his body. I could sense an intense possessiveness in his gesture. Was I hallucinating? “This is Lyra, my mate. In four months, she’ll be eighteen and we can take our relationship further.” Alexandrios’ jaws dropped with surprise.

Fabian's POV We walked to Peyton's room and knocked on the door. My heart was thundering. I truly wanted to know what was wrong with Rhianna. I didn't want anyone to hurt her. When Theo came back with her, I was ready to be her hero and save her, but then I realized she came here to the castle with him willingly. The only option I had was... staying away and pining for her from a distance, heart breaking everytime I saw her with Theodore, looking so in love.

Amira stretched her arms out and yawned before almost toppling over onto the side, startled by Rhys suddenly slamming his fist to the desk. “Amira, I’ve been called away,” he began explaining as he marched around the desk and towards the double doors. Amira fell into step beside him, wondering what could possibly cause him to rush into action. He was the king, and he had others that worked under him. If there was anything she had learned in the past couple of days, it was that Rhys was more involved with matters than she realised. Or maybe since their body swapping, he had been. “Vampires have attacked-”

Tyrion is her boyfriend and she abducted me. I looked up at her. “I know Tyrion as the Alpha Prince’s Beta, but I have nothing in common with him.” “He was your childhood friend, so quit lying.” I nodded. “Agreed! We were friends but not anymore. We don't even cross each other's path.” I swallowed hard. “I have never spoken to him, so please let me go. I will avoid him if he dares approach me—we have nothing in common.”

I whisper, the tears I’ve been holding back finally stinging my eyes. “Yes it is and you know it.” Rhysand leans down, his face inches from mine. His silver eyes are dark, focused, and utterly ruthless. “Look at you. You’re brilliant, you’re beautiful, and you’re standing out there begging for scraps of attention from a man who is literally dreaming of another woman while he stands next to you. It’s pitiful.” He reaches out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw, his touch making my skin hum. “I genuinely hate seeing you like this. You’re a lioness acting like a house cat.”

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.