Novel & Cerita Rhysand And Feyre

"Rhys, High Lord of the Night Court, Ruler of Velaris, is a handsome guy with a dark aura and violet eyes. Girls go crazy for him, but people are scared of him. He is so perfect, Noah, that I could not help but fall for him. He is so pure and handsome, so fierce yet gentle. Feyre is one lucky girl. "I kept on blabbering about a fictional character that I could feel he is so jealous ,through the bond. "Are you bothered by him?" I asked teasingly. "Why would I?" he questioned in a reply. "Why not?" I ask him. "Because Moon Pie," he said, carousing the side of my body along my chest down to the stomach. It sent shivers through my body. "He cannot caress you the way I can," he said.

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.”

I stepped closer until I could see her pulse racing beneath her throat. “Find me my fated mate,” I growled. “Or start carving your own coffin.” I didn’t wait for her reply. I turned and strode out of the hall, my boots striking hard against the stone floor. Anger burned hotter than the curse itself. Three weeks. That’s all I had left before the curse consumed me completely. Later that day, as the moon climbed high above the pack house, whispers drifted through the servants’ quarters. “I thought Alpha Davian brought us here for well, you know… an orgy or something,” one of the she-wolves murmured.

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."

Her own lungs had forgotten the proper sequence for a second. “Pretty sure gravity already took care of that,” he said hoarsely. Rhea cursed softly. “You two okay?” “We’re fine,” Lyra said, without taking her eyes off his. “Stay back.” Rhea hesitated, then stepped away, giving them space but hovering within range. Aiden was close enough that she could see the ring of gold slowly eating the gray of his irises. His wolf was right there, pressed against the inside of his skin, ears pricked, tail high.

“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.