Rhysand And Feyre Novels & Stories

White-gold arcs danced across their intertwined wrists, a shield of desire and raw power against the darkness closing in. Lyra gasped, heartbeat wild. “Rylan… I can feel it—he’s in me. And the Wraith… it’s here too. It’s feeding on our bond!” Rylan’s hands tightened on her waist and shoulders. “Then we burn it out,” he growled. “Together. We use everything we are. Every spark, every ounce of fire.”

Thyra let out a gasp when she noticed the dangerous red eyes that stared at her as if he could see through her. She could dictate the anger from the expression of the man. But what did she do to receive such a deadly stare? Wait! Red eyes! Thyra internally screamed as the realization hit her. The man she had been admiring was an Alpha. They were the only ones among werewolves with that eye color. At least that was what she knew from the research and discoveries she had made.

His fingers brushed her cheek. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t believe I forgot to ask about Stephen. Have you heard from him?” Rhye snorted, lowering his head to sprinkle light, tormenting kisses over her face and down the line of her throat. “That’s a story for later.” He easily evaded her question and set about distracting her with delicious strokes of his tongue that were leading lower and lower. She tried to hang onto a shred of sanity. “But…” “Later, little one.” He tugged her legs apart and smiled with wicked intent. “Much later.” And it was. End of Book One

“Don’t be sad, Mommy. We’ll protect you.” I crouch to pull her close, breathing in the scent of syrup and innocence. “You don’t need to protect me, sweetheart. I’m just… tired.” But Silas isn’t fooled. He watches me with those piercing gray eyes—*his* eyes—and says, “He’s coming back.” --- **Ryland’s POV** I stand at the edge of the forest, the shadow of Zara’s small cottage looming in the distance. The wind carries the faint sound of the twins’ laughter, and my wolf claws at my chest, desperate to close the distance. *My children.* The truth still doesn’t feel real.

I have to get out before he chases me away again. "Wait!" Rhys appears and grabs my arm, his grip firm yet gentle. But I wrench my arm free, gasping for air as desperation claws at my chest. "Look, I'm tired, okay? I got kidnapped by weird guys who kept threatening to..." My words trail off as a sharp chill runs down my spine. Rhys' gray eyes are blazing with a manic rage, his jaw clenched in fury. "They are dead," he whispers, his voice low and deadly, as he grabs my arm again. "You're safe. Do not worry about them ever again."

“You say that like it’s annoying when he agrees with you.” “Men agreeing with good ideas are usually about four centuries late. I don’t hand out medals for basic evolution.” Gracie laughed. Then stopped when she saw something behind me. “Oh,” she said brightly. “Rhys.” My spine became a straight line before I could tell it to relax. Rhysand appeared beside the table in a dark suit with no tie, his white shirt open at the collar, his black hair arranged like even the wind knew its limits. “Gracie,” he said. He kissed Gracie lightly on the cheek. Then his eyes shifted to me. “Ms. de Cruz.”

“I thought you would like the sex!” “I did! But that just confuses me as to why it’s marketed to, like teens.” The fervency in which he disliked the book stung a little. “I suppose I can understand where you’re coming from,” I said curtly. “It gets better in the second book, though.” “That’s good to know,” Andre said. “I assume they go deeper into Feyre’s relationship with Tamlin?” “Not at all. In the second book, she ditches him and hooks up with Rhysand.”

Maevra Sorn has spent years believing Ravaryn’s Alpha, Rhydan Varek, is the enemy responsible for her father’s death. Then Rhydan’s younger brother is murdered, and Maevra is found beside the body with a Thornmere blade at the scene. Everything points to her. Execution should be inevitable. Instead, Rhydan invokes an ancient law that can prevent their two packs from returning to war. He marries the woman he should hate. Their marriage is meant to be nothing more than a political weapon, but someone is determined to make peace fail. Assassination attempts, forged military orders, missing witnesses, and secret payments reveal that the prince’s murder is only one piece of a co