Rhysand And Feyre Under The Mountain Novels & Stories

"Because someone must." Without another word... It raised both hands. The palace erupted with silver light. Ancient runes hidden beneath the stone awakened for the first time in thousands of years. The entire mountain began to glow. The Primordial Darkness frowned. "What are you doing?" The answer echoed through every corner of the palace. "Keeping my promise." --- Outside, Eryndor suddenly froze. His eyes widened. "No..." Ariana turned toward him. "What is it?" "The mountain." He looked back toward the glowing palace.

Thorne's expression darkened. "She simply left out the worst part." Another tremor rolled beneath their feet. This one stronger. Much stronger. The glowing crack widened. Ancient runes began appearing across the exposed stone, burning with silver fire. Ragnar instinctively stepped in front of Raven. Something enormous moved beneath the mountain. Not digging. Stretching. As though waking after thousands of years asleep. Shadow flattened her ears. Not beast. Nightfire answered. Guardian. The mountain exploded. Stone rained across the valley.

My body shuddered in fear as I felt its breath on my body. I had to clutch my shirt to my body tightly so I wouldn't end up catching a cold. Its cold voice brought me out of my thoughts. It was too late for me to realize that the Dynasty Frost Mountain was a mystical mountain that was filled with evil and bloodthirsty enchanted beasts of all kinds. I felt the mountain wasn't normal but I went there because I thought Lennox wouldn't do anything that would harm me. I didn't know that I was deceiving myself until I went to the mountain and met the dragon.

Phoenix, more serious now, added, “We’ve waited sixteen years for this. Whatever our Lycans are… whatever our destiny is… we’re ready to face it.” ⸻ Later, under the Grand Tent As the sun dipped lower, tables were set under the grand tent near the rose gardens. Lanterns flickered to life, casting soft golden light as the feast began. Roasted meats, spiced vegetables, honeyed bread, and desserts from every corner of the kingdom were served. Aurora sat at the head table beside Aries, her hand resting gently on his. “Everything’s perfect,” she whispered. “Thank you for calming me earlier.”

He says in a harsh tone and I force myself to look away from his cold gaze, looking around the area. We are in a forest. It’s beautiful though and in the distance, I can see several tents scattered around. Is this the Lycan pack? Why do they live like refugees? “What? Is the place not up to your princess standards?” Roy’s voice breaks the train of my thoughts and I feel him tug on the chains, forcing me to get to my feet. “Welcome to the Darkcloud Lycan pack. From now on, this will be your hell.” He promises as he pins me with the harshest gaze I’ve ever seen.

Chapter 70: Brutal --Narrator-- Ares frequently visited the fae kingdom where he could be himself. He travels back and forth from the fae castle to the castle of the dragons in the mythical lands. He needed a release after his last encounter with Demi. He wanted to take her whether it be against her will or not. He wanted to ram into her. To hear her scream as he pushed in and out of her little pussy without stopping to breath. The harder she fights against him the more he wants her. Ryder has already marked her pretty little neck. Ares had bloodlust when it came to Ryder. He wanted to kill him, and he planned to. He was almost done playing around at the castle. He was starting to realize th

He was plotting something, but I couldn’t even begin to guess what. “Since the other ritual has failed, I suspect the other end of the agreement will not be completed,” Arwen then said, though if he was speaking to us or himself or some other person, was unknown. However, his gaze shot over to me again. The look he gave me sent shivers down my spine. Kayden and Rakesh stood protectively in front of us, even as he slowly sauntered over to us.

Lucian’s gentle touch turned purposeful as he helped me rise from the chair. They moved me like I weighed nothing, guiding me toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that overlooked the glittering city below. My pencil skirt was already hiked up around my waist, my blouse half-unbuttoned from restless fingers. The cool glass pressed against my palms as I braced myself, staring out at the sprawling skyline. Anyone with binoculars in the surrounding buildings might see. The thought sent a forbidden thrill through me. “Such a good girl already,” Rhysand murmured, dropping to his knees behind me. He yanked my soaked panties down my legs in one smooth motion, spreading my thighs wider. “Look at th

Caelan turned on him. "You know what happens when it wakes." "I know." "Then tell her." Eryx's expression hardened. "I won't." I looked between them. "Why?" Eryx's eyes met mine. "Because the thing beneath the mountain isn't coming for you." He pointed at Caelan. "It's coming for him." Caelan's face went white. A roar erupted beneath us. The mountain split wider. Something began climbing toward the surface. Then the voice inside my head whispered:

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.”