Rhysand Fan Cast Novels & Stories

"If they give you that information and it checks out? Are you going to continue with the larger jobs? The ones that could be even more dangerous?" "I don't know," Ravyn admitted. "I'll decide once I see what they give me. Once I know whether this is real or just an elaborate manipulation." She finally moved off Dante, sitting beside him on the bed and running her hands through her hair. "I should shower and get ready for work. Should probably check on Rhysand too, see if he's awake yet." "He's awake," came a small voice from the doorway, and they both turned to see Rhysand standing there in his dinosaur pajamas, his face still bearing the mask he wore for sleep to help with his allergies. "I

“Thank you, Mark.” The familiar rumble of the voice rings in my head, instantly sending ice through my veins. My mouth falls open. Rhysand stands there, handsomely dressed in a charcoal suit, like a prince of darkness. “Sir, this is Miss Fallon,” the assistant points to me. His silver eyes meet mine and burns with that familiar, dark amusement, that makes my anger catch like. But this time, I find no anger, my shock overwhelming. His mouth curls into a slow, utterly devastating smirk.

Not his pawn, and definitely not his unfinished business. He wanted to test me? Let him. Let him look at me with that unreadable face and those cold, dark eyes that always burned a little too long. Let him try to rattle me. I’d bite back this time. I pushed the irritation down. Just another meeting. I could get through this. But when I stepped into the hall, I was momentarily disarmed. Rhysand was already seated at the far end, lounging like the throne had been carved with his name etched into the bones. One arm draped over the side, legs spread just enough to stake his claim on the room.

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

“The ones who lost control, for a moment.” I press my hands against his chest, trying to shove him away. But his skin is ice, and I feel it through my fingers. My body betrays me, shivering. “Where…where is she?” I manage, voice shaking. Betty. I replay the chaos, the flashing lights, the danger, the hands that almost grabbed her. “She’s safe,” Rhysand says, voice softening. “I would never let one of my kind hurt my mate’s friend.” His fingers trace my jawline, grazing my cheek. I flinch, but I can’t pull completely away.

A man who has never been seen by any media, until everyone considers him a mysterious man. Rumors circulated that Rhysand was a handsome man with all the perfections of a god. However, Jordan said that he was an obnoxious old man. Of course I believed in Jordan who was my boyfriend more than rumors, and he just so happened to have the same last name as Rhysand's. So if there were women—like Cindy, for example—who admired and adore him like Rhysand's devotte, I couldn't help but laugh inwardly, imagining what they would do if they met Rhysand which was far from the rumors they had heard.

Ryker looked between everyone that was gathered before continuing. “Sara and Leo will team up. Being the two of you are related, you both have a greater bond with each other. The same goes for Julian and Ryan.” He said then stopped talking again as he looked between the others. Ryan Drake, Julian’s twin brother. This was the first time seeing Ryan, other than the picture of him in the folder I had on him. Seeing them stand side by side, it was hard to tell them apart, other than the noticeable scar above Ryan’s left eye.

"Of course Rhys hasn't told you and knowing him, he probably asked Rosalie and Ava not to. He is still so fucking infuriating." The first sign of true anger flashed across her eyes and features and I found myself chuckling as I related wholeheartedly to that emotion. "Yup. Welcome to my world." Chuckles escaped us both before an air of seriousness engulfed us. "Rhys' father, Lord Damian Taehyung Hayden, wasn't the warmest husband or father. The man was brutal. A lethal weapon and he made Rhys into the perfect successor. He was always prepared to destroy those who ever opposed the royal family or his own. Mercy wasn't something he proffered easily. I won't get into it a lot because, one, I do

I scold him, only to have his hand wrap around my throat as he pins me to the castle wall. "Raven!" Osric's voice comes from the top of the stairs, as he rushes down to help Draig pull Rhy's from me. I wave my hand to stop them, I want to know what Rhys thinks he is going to do or say to me. "You fucking try to sever our bond and I will find a way to kill you! Her fate is not up to you!" Rhys yells in my face.

My eyes followed him until he disappeared from my line of sight. I glanced back at Rhys. "You wanted to talk.." I mentioned he nodded. 2 years had past and he was 27 now yet he still had that rebellious boyish charm around him Rhys was among the official list of most handsome male celebrities with a massive fan base that worshipped him. If his fans knew he was playing substitute dad for Lysander they would absolutely lose their minds He stepped closer, that musky masculine scent that carried a hint of mint and chocolate wrapped around me. "I got a reply from the hypnotist. "