Rhysand And Feyre Novels & Stories

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.”

They’re all waiting for me to speak. I clear my throat and start to speak, even though the memories are too fresh in my head and it’s making me a bit nervous to speak about it. “I’ve seen everything,” I say. “My Lycan Ivory is the significant other of the evil Shape Shifter Rhysand. She’s now inhabiting my body, and it seems that he knew that. He found her through me again, and that is the reason why he’s trying to get to me. He wants her back, but their love has turned sour and now he just wants to possess her for revenge. He wants to destroy everything just to get her back.”

ELYSIA’S POV The room felt colder after he left. Not in a physical sense; the fire still crackled in the hearth, warm and steady. But something had shifted when the door closed behind him. The air felt heavier, emptier. I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the furs, trying to steady my breathing as I stared at the closed door, as if it might open again at any moment. But it didn’t. He was here. The Alpha King was here—Alpha King Rhaegar. He had caught me just as I was about to collapse.

"Of course Rhys hasn't told you and knowing him, he probably asked Rosalie and Ava not to. He is still so fucking infuriating." The first sign of true anger flashed across her eyes and features and I found myself chuckling as I related wholeheartedly to that emotion. "Yup. Welcome to my world." Chuckles escaped us both before an air of seriousness engulfed us. "Rhys' father, Lord Damian Taehyung Hayden, wasn't the warmest husband or father. The man was brutal. A lethal weapon and he made Rhys into the perfect successor. He was always prepared to destroy those who ever opposed the royal family or his own. Mercy wasn't something he proffered easily. I won't get into it a lot because, one, I do

Randall's vision blurred with pain and anger. He could barely process Rashka's words, his mind struggling to reconcile the reality before him. "Reyana," he called out, his voice strained. "What has he done to you?" Reyana's eyes glinted with mischief and darkness, "This is who I am, Randall," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion. "Rashka has shown me the truth. Our destiny is to rule, not to serve."

“I had nine months and three years. I’m not getting the violin out yet.” “I’m not asking you to,” Rhea said. “I’m telling you he’s bleeding. Bleeding wolves make bad choices. You keep wanting him to be stable enough to trust; I’m saying he’s about to start flailing. Build your walls accordingly.” Lyra let her head thunk lightly back against the cabinet. “Great,” she said. “So we have a furious Council, a vengeful ex‑fiancée, a media circus, a three‑year‑old with a nose like a bloodhound, and a half‑broken Alpha on the edge of spontaneous combustion.”

“I should be thanking you. For rescuing me from my shattered world and healing my soul.” Our eyes held. No words were needed to feel the flood of emotions between us. “I love you, my Feisty Queen,” he whispered. A wide smile spread across my face. “And I love you too, MY RUTHLESS LYCAN KING.” And with that, surrounded by the ones I loved, with Ivy’s spirit never far, my story found its peace. THE END

“What were you doing with Zanders?” Sweat trickles down my spine when I see the prince’s eyes are almost completely golden. His aura is ten times more than it usually is, showing his wolf is present. He shakes his head and faces me again, his eyes aren’t focused, they switch between gold and their natural dark brown. He is fighting for control with his wolf from the looks of it and I don’t even know who is winning, what I do know is, I don’t want to be here to find out.

his voice was full of determination and without a second thought, he made his way into the torture room. “Xerxes hold on!” Clarissa tried to stop him from doing something stupid but he shoved her aside and made his way further in. Finally, he reached the door and with anger in his breathing, he turned to his pack member and personal spy. “Open the door, Royce,” he commanded in his deep voice. “I wonder what I must have done in my past life that the great Lycan himself agreed to pay me a visit.” The words came from a thousand years old witch.

“The raven hair, the grey eyes. You are the protector.” “But that would make Daphne a leader?” I mutter, confused “Of witches.” Ivy mutters back. “How the hell do you know all this information?” Aiden might not be willing to challenge her, but I was. And the girl seemed to have an answer for everything. “I see things. I don’t know if Aiden told you, but us Hybrids, we all carry genetics from The Greats.” “You see things?”