Novel & Cerita Rhysand Fanart

Thalia’s hands tremble faintly, her face serene but strained, as the gold weaves into an intricate pattern over Amara, protective and binding. Without warning, the edge of the circle ripples—a shadow falling across the grass, swallowing the starlight. A figure steps into view, emerging from nothing and everywhere at once. She is breathtaking: tall, robed in midnight, eyes gleaming with the reflected light of a thousand hidden moons. Her features shift even as the group watches—one moment impossibly young and radiant, the next, motherly and comforting, then ancient, lines of wisdom scored deep and eternal. The visitor’s hair changes hue with each heartbeat: black as crow’s wings, silver as da

His bare, brown upper body allowed me to see things there more clearly than last night. Rhysand broad-shouldered and narrowed to his hips. An eagle tattoo runs from his left upper arm to his left chest and is decorated with tattoos of strange letters on his chest and both elbows on the inside of his arms. There was a chain necklace hanging around his neck. I blinked at the indecent sight the moment I woke up. Rhysand del Millero is truly the perfect demon who can fool anyone. Look, he makes me hate him even more for being so handsome and irresistible.

—she checked her watch—"almost four hours. What do you want to do?" "Everything!" Rhysand declared with the absolute certainty of a child who believed four hours was infinite time. "I want to show you my new Lego castle and my paintings from art class and this story I wrote about dinosaurs who are actually dragons in disguise, and Papa said we could make pancakes for breakfast if you came early enough, and—"

My body is a live wire, every nerve on fire, my new senses are overwhelmed by the scent of him, the need of him. His fingers curl inside me, finding that rough patch of nerves that makes my vision blur. I whimper, my thighs trembling. “Pleaseeee!” “Please, what?” His thumb circles my clit, slow and deliberate, his fangs grazing the underside of my breast. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my voice desperate. “Rhysand, fuck me.” He doesn’t make me wait. He pulls back, his eyes black with hunger as he tears open his trousers. His cock springs free, thick and flushed, the tip already glistening.

He’d already had a bath. His hair was still a little damp, his thick fringe falling messily across his forehead. He wore a navy pajama set covered in tiny cars even though the sun hadn’t fully gone down yet, and one of his clogs was on properly while the other barely clung to his feet. Rhysand’s face, if he still believed dinosaur-shaped soap had feelings. He ran down two steps. “Walk.” He slowed down dramatically for exactly two steps, then started running again and crashed into my legs in a full-body hug.

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

“What do you want from me?” “I want you to find me, Arya,” he replies softly. “I want you to do what you’re destined to do. You’re already planning that, aren’t you?” His words bring a chill all over me. “Then I will not come. I will not see you. I will not do what you want me to do.” Rhysand smiles as though he knows I would say this, and right off the bat I see something odd about him. His teeth. Yeah, they’re perfectly white and even, but his canines are long. It protruded from his lips like that of a wild animal’s.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

The sound was sharp, “I don't want to see you. I don't miss you. I am not your body.” He replied, his voice low and harsh, “Now go away.” If Sandra's display hadn't attracted attention, Rhysand's burst of emotions had, I could feel the stares, Curiosity, and judgment filled their gaze. This wasn't good.

Rhysand. Tall, dark-haired, devastatingly handsome in a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He stood at the urinal, magnificent cock in hand—thick, long, veined, already half-hard. I froze, staring. He didn’t flinch or cover up immediately. Instead, he took his time, those intense eyes locking onto mine as he slowly tucked himself away and zipped up with deliberate calm. “You lost, sweetheart?” His voice was low, rough velvet.