Rhysand Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

​A low murmur broke out, despite the threat of violence. ​I felt a hysterical laugh bubbling up in my throat. I had to bite my tongue again to keep it down. So that was it? Those were our choices? It was like running from a rabid dog that’s already foaming at the mouth, only to trip and fall straight into a tiger’s open jaws. Either way, you’re torn apart. Getting grabbed by some alpha meant you’d spend the rest of your life as his toy; probably beaten, used, and tossed aside when he got bored. But making it to the end and letting the Lycan King decide? That felt worse. Way worse.

Felicia and I were the same. "King Darius, I don't want to hear how bitter you are right now. It seems your bride left you. Sadly, she doesn't even want to have a vow with you. I think you're lucky because you don't need to be caged in a marriage that you never like in the end. Lucky her, too." My beta angrily snarled. Her eyes were glowing, making me realize that she had the blood of the Lycans. I thought she was mixed because the color of her eyes was different. As she continued to speak, her words cut deep, revealing a side of her I had never seen before. The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets she might be hiding.

"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

Every time one of them touched her—every time they lifted her arm or brushed her hair back—my wolf snarled inside me. *“Don’t let them touch her.”* “They’re helping her. That’s not how this works.” *“Then make it work.”* I gripped the edge of the doorframe so hard that the wood cracked under my hand. Cain appeared beside me, his voice low. “You’re acting strange, Rhaegar.” I didn’t look at him. “Focus on your duties, Beta.” He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “As you say, Your Majesty.”

Kian couldn’t hide the smirk that tugged at his lips as he watched her writhe beneath him, her hair cascading down her back like waves in the ocean. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, driving him even further over the edge of desire. But just as he was lost in the moment, a familiar scent filled the air, causing him to break his gaze and turn towards the door. Rhys could feel his anger and envy boiling under his skin as he stood just outside the door. The sound of Lyra’s erotic moans reached his ears, filling him with both arousal and resentment. He had only gone to confront the Alpha King because Anya had come to him in tears.

I whisper, the tears I’ve been holding back finally stinging my eyes. “Yes it is and you know it.” Rhysand leans down, his face inches from mine. His silver eyes are dark, focused, and utterly ruthless. “Look at you. You’re brilliant, you’re beautiful, and you’re standing out there begging for scraps of attention from a man who is literally dreaming of another woman while he stands next to you. It’s pitiful.” He reaches out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw, his touch making my skin hum. “I genuinely hate seeing you like this. You’re a lioness acting like a house cat.”

"Fuck you! You think I'd willingly live with you? You bullied me throughout high school. Even after you graduated, you still showed up everywhere." Rhys' expression twists into a frown, his eyes flashing with anger, and I'm shocked to find him infuriatingly attractive. "You honestly believe I care about the lie you told your parents?" His voice drips with venom. "You moved to another city without telling me!" Huh? "You're mad about that?" I ask, incredulous. "You expect me to tell you my every fucking move? Can you hear yourself?" Rhys grabs my chin harshly, his fingers digging into my skin as he raises my head. He leans in, his angry whisper hot against my ear. "I expect you to submit to me

His hand moved, his fingers resting on the bar near mine, less than an inch away, the distance suddenly feeling like a locked room. “Say it again.” I swallowed. “I want to go with you, Rhysand.” His eyes went dark. Then he stood, placed several bills on the bar, and looked at the bartender. “Water for her.” My mouth opened immediately. Rhysand turned to me. “Drink.” “You should be on the pit of hell.” “Not yet.” I took the bottle of water from the bartender and drank it only because I refused to look like a woman who could not handle a challenge from a man with tattoos and family problems.

She stretched her hands out to take Kendall from me and he eagerly moved to her. “As much as he’s driven by rage right now. Once this dies down a bit, trust me, he wouldn’t be able to do whatever he had planned to do. Randall loves his mother and that is why it hurts him so much that she keeps doing things to change how he feels for her.” Daciana answered. “You’re right. I just can’t wait for this to be over so I can start another phase of my life, one that isn’t ruled and controlled by Anne.” I responded, zoning out for a minute.