Rhysand Booktok Novels & Stories

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Adrian’s POV She looked into my eyes emotionally and asked “I know I smelled like a rogue the first time you saw me in the forest. But….do I still smell like one till now?” “That stupid Sophia woman!” Snarled Lennox in my head darkly. I tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear gently and looked her intensely in the eyes as I said truthfully “You never smelled like a rogue to me, Rhea. Do you know that the second I portaled into the forest that night, I smelled the most intoxicating smell I’ve ever smelt in my life. My wolf went crazy with how alluring your scent was, and it still is. Your scent is an addiction I would never recover from, Rhea. Believe me, there is no whiff of a rogue

Royal Beta Nathan. ‘To The King’ "Your majesty, the ground isn't fertile. It's a mirage, the plants begin to grow, they look healthy at first but then they wither and die in forty eight hours. The women all miscarry their pregnancy. It's a complete hoax your majesty. Our situation hasn't improved. I dare say our people are more angry now than ever before." I stared unseeing at the letter in my hands. It was from the Alpha of the Eastern region.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

"Agh!” Rio began choking his pupils dilating and his lips trembling while spitting blood. I was surprised too! And then the doors opened and the warriors with Calib get in. The rogues whimpered and cried watching the heart of Rio in the hands of Alpha Xander raise high for all the others to see.

8 am Saturday morning. I’m outside and I come bearing gifts Patient O I turn onto my back and read the text again. What does he mean he’s outside? Is he outside my house? Why? I wish had a room that faced the main street. I would be peaking at him in the window right now. You’re outside my house? Ry Yes Come to the front door Patient O

Hudde explained to Ayla. If someone had said this to her months ago, she would have laughed in their faces. On the way from Myrthana to Nordmar, Rhobart barely spoke to her, and when he did say something, he was always angry with her. But no matter how displeased he was, he always made sure she was well fed, the carriage warm, and even gave her some books to read—’ The art of being a proper maid’ and ‘How to serve your King.’ She threw the books out the carriage window when no one was watching.

Carmen screamed at me, I stopped dead in my tracks and then in a deep voice, and through gritted teeth I replied, “She's not a damn dog, she's my Fianna!” I then flew up into the night's sky as Freya shifted back into her human form, lovingly cradled in my arms. To be continued The story continues in book three, Honored By A Hunter. Hope you're enjoying the series so far, and thank you for reading xxx

Chapter 4 Rain Draven's point of view Twenty-seven floorboards from wall to window. I count them again, my boots silent against the ancient oak that's witnessed centuries of dragon councils. The runic candles cast long shadows that dance across the leather-bound tomes on our desk, their flames responding to my agitation with subtle flares. My dragon claws at my insides, demanding action when restraint is our only option. I turn at the window, catching Riku's amused gaze as he lounges in his chair like this is all some cosmic joke rather than the crisis it truly is.

The one with the eyes that went red when he looked at me. “What—what happened?” I stammer, my hands trembling as I push myself back. “Where’s Betty? Who…who are you? Did…did you touch me?” He scoffs, like my panic amuses him. “Tempting,” he says, his voice low and smooth, “but that’s not my thing.” My stomach tightens. If anything, his calm makes me angrier. And more terrified. “I’m Rhysand,” he continues, stepping closer, each movement deliberate. He presses a kiss to my knuckle. “Vampire prince. And your mate.”