Rhysand Booktok Novels & Stories

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

Refused to be consumed. Outside, on the battlefield, Myrra flipped through a brittle tome she had salvaged from the ruins, her hands trembling. "There has to be a way," she muttered, voice desperate. "The First King, he didn’t just seal Erythos. He severed his connection to the mortal realm. If we can find..." Erythos' voice boomed across the battlefield, silencing her. "Your ancestors were cowards, clinging to an illusion of control. You will share their fate."

After Klara told him what Aldric had said, Randall had made sure the enforcers got the truth out of her. He watched with satisfaction as Visha was being tortured into telling the truth. It was almost as if a shell had fallen off his eyes. After almost an eternity of silence and sobbing, Randall finally spoke, "Get me, Aldric, now!" AUTHOR'S NOTE: NEW BOOK ALERT!!! DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK, "ALPHA OF THE NORTH: HIS WEAKNESS, HER CURSE. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

Besides, we've had too many losses for us to be rivals. “Speak, Wolf, or lose your tongue.” my father thundered. It took a lot of effort to restrain myself from scowling. He was always quick to threaten people's lives. “I…I don't know.” she stuttered, her voice quivering with fear. “You don't know?” Rigel, the High Lord of the Waterborn Dragons, said. The girl nodded frantically. I couldn't tell if she was smart or dumb for not begging for her life. The chances of her leaving the Dragon Keep alive were close to none.

She said, and I turned the book towards myself before reading the lines. "I went there. The place that everyone had been talking about. The place that everyone thought was a rumor. The water was filled with crystals. Crystals that had the power to purify a soul. Only I was able to come here while my friends were left behind. Does that mean I have a pure soul and the evils can't enter? My friends were not evil. They just have a little bit of an off character. Walking deeper into the water bed, I saw it. The large rose, bigger than an oak tree. It was beautiful. I loved it. Maybe I can take crustal or two back to tell everyone that I saw it? Maybe that way they will that the fantasy was real?"

It was like I was being cooked alive and that didn’t sound good even to me. What immediately drew my attention was the wall-sized bookshelf dividing the bedroom and the sitting area. I slipped over to it, fingers trailing across spines like they held secrets. Predictably, it was filled with titles on history, economics, and war strategy. Not a single romance novel in sight. I almost laughed, imagining Rhysand curled up with a cheesy love story or some steamy fantasy novel. He’d probably throw the book across the room after one page. I blushed hard, the image of him striding around naked flashing across my mind.

“It’s fine, I know I wasn’t the easiest growing up.” The headmistress nodded and left. I looked at the book she threw before me. I felt Rhys pressing forward again. I rolled my eyes at her, “look who finally shows up.” She growled in return, “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I picked up the book and made my way to my bedroom. I sat down on my bed. I tried to open the lock on the book, but couldn’t. I sighed, “great.” I felt my body changing when Rhys took control. Claws formed from my fingertips. With her claws she opened the book. Like the lock was made for her. The claws retreated when Rhys gave me back control.

which was a fancy way of saying that Rhysand had enthusiastically covered every inch of paper with paint and called it finished. She listened to his story about dinosaurs who were actually dragons in disguise, who went to regular dinosaur school and tried very hard to not breathe fire during math lessons because that would reveal their secret identities. The parallels to Rhysand's own life—being someone who had to hide important parts of himself to stay safe—weren't lost on Ravyn, though she was careful not to make the connection explicit. They made pancakes together in Dante's tiny kitchen, Rhysand standing on a step stool to help pour batter into the pan while Dante supervised and Ravyn ha

Happy fucking birthday, MATE! I stood in the middle of the mess as my mate walked out. "Rhianna... please. This isn't-" "BUT IT IS. I, Rhianna Adams, reject you, Alpha King, Theodore Haverford, as my mate and my Alpha under the sacred eyes of-" He grabbed me by my throat and strangled me. Hard. "NOBODY IS REJECTING ME." I choked. My face went pale. I couldn't breathe. His lies were suffocating me, just as his hands were, with their sticky webs, making it challenging for me to breathe freely and think clearly. I thrashed, trying to break free.

So that's the end for now. Firstly, I want to let you know that in this current book, you've read the first two instalments of the BH Series. For Book 3, when I decide to publish it here it would be in a separate Book. For now, though I'm taking a break. The BH Series consists of five books: 1. The Alpha Who Stole My Life 2. The Alpha Who Stole My Life: The Comeback 3. My Alpha's Sister