Rhysand And Feyre Under The Mountain Novels & Stories

Drake said. Nyra and Drake left with exchanging goodbyes with Roland. On the other side, Sean dropped Anna with her sister, before going to visit the elders. The elders stay on the top of a mountain named 'the other eye'. That Mountain is not visible to humans, Wolf's or vampires. Only a green dragon would be able to see the mountain and step foot on it. The mountain is much higher and at the top, you would get a feeling like, you are living in the middle of the clouds.

It’s everywhere—sharp, sweet, intoxicating, and I feel his wolf shudder under me at the smell. Draven’s men appear ahead, as we neared the border, stepping out of the trees, but the second Darius snarls, baring his teeth, saliva glinting in the moonlight, they freeze. One look at his eyes, and they move aside, heads bowed. He doesn’t slow down. He runs until the castle is long gone, until the air turns colder and thinner. Only then does he stop, panting, his massive chest heaving. “Where… where are you taking me?” I manage, clutching his fur.

“You have three minutes to take off your clothes or I’ll do it for you.” I bit my lip. He wasn’t joking. “Turn around.” I said. He sighed but did as I said. Slowly, I took off the shirt I had on as well as the joggers, leaving myself in just my underwear. I took a seat in the tub and hugged my knees to my chest. “Your three minutes are up.” The Lycan King reminded me. He folded up the sleeve of his shirt. If I wasn’t feeling so sick, I would have admired how shapely his biceps looked. I wondered how it would feel under my arm.

Amara POV The storm does not quiet for the rulers of kingdoms. It greets them like an omen. Thunder rolls across the mountains long before the first delegation arrives, dark clouds swallowing the sky until the castle itself feels stranded between worlds, suspended somewhere between ruin and rebirth. By nightfall every throne has answered Sebastian’s summons. The great council chamber blazes with torchlight and old tension, massive pillars carved from black stone stretching toward vaulted ceilings painted with the history of kingdoms that once tried very hard to destroy one another.

I take it, rising up beside him and bowing at the Alpha. “Father, this is Vaelora Rhydian. My mate.” His voice is thick with tension as he introduces me but that’s not what worries me. The darker man from earlier stiffen, his eyes growing wide for a while before relaxing as he peers at me, his intense gaze causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. I tear my gaze away, fixating on the way the King Alpha smiles at me. Silence falls over the room again, the sound of the clock ticking being the only thing disrupting the tension in the room.

We drove for what seemed like hours until the driver said, we are arriving Miss. The beauty of the mountains that ascertained to cover the academy in what seemed like protection from outside threats. That sent a chill down my back for some odd reason. I shook that weird feeling off. The academy was ominous and foreboding however it was like a beacon calling to me in a way that was beyond beautiful. To describe it would be a disgrace.

The truth was already in his eyes. She leaned closer, their foreheads almost touching. “I feel it too.” His hand cupped the back of her neck, breath shaking. “You are a wildfire, Lyra. If I get too close—I’ll burn with you.” “Then burn,” she whispered. He would’ve kissed her. Right then, right there. But the castle shook. A deep, primal howl ripped through the stone—so ancient and monstrous the torches flickered violently. Rylan shot to his feet.

Rhysand got up and he used his last strength to get to where Feyre was lying and used his hard shoe to wipe her on the face a mouthful of blood splashed out of her mouth, and she coughed out blood before passing out. Rhysand staggered backward, his body about to go limp as he held his rib, he removed his hand and gazed at it to see dark blood on his palm. He bit his lip when hearing that familiar voice, Amren whimpered as she gazed at Rhysand, the man who had come to meet so much to her, the man who had become her father and mother at the same time, the man who was her shelter and always coming to her aide even when it was not convenient for him to.

“I’ll lead you through the back tunnels. Toward the Iron Ridge.” “And why should we trust you now?” Lyra demanded. Anya drew her blade. Laid it at Elara’s feet. “Because I have nothing left but this. And a chance to fight back.” That night, Hollowclaw stood in flames. Poisoned casks shattered. Fires lit to purge what couldn’t be cleansed. In the chaos, Elara and her allies slipped away through the frozen gorge, Anya at the lead. Behind them, the mountains howled. Far off, Rhys watched from a black ridge—his eyes glowing with a second soul. Morwen beside him. Her smile is cruel. Her hand resting on his shoulder like a crown.

Dawn The next morning, Rhys and his warriors headed up the mountain to track the remaining rogues. I watched from the pack house as they disappeared into the treeline, their bodies moving like shadows against the rocky terrain. They moved with such ease, like the mountain was an extension of them. It fascinated me. Despite all my time at Golden Crest, I’d never once set foot on the mountain. I turned to Nadia, who was standing beside me, her arms crossed as she followed the warriors with her eyes.