Rhysand Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body. Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle. One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker." On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his fir

“You've never thought about anyone but yourself. You are a fucking liar.” “I’m not lying,” she whispered, tears gathered in her eyes. “You’re my son. I’ve always loved you.” Rhysand let out a cold laugh. “Oh please, the only people Sandra loves are; herself, money, and drugs. Tell me what do you want huh, is it money, is that why you created this elaborate scheme, so you can swindle money from me?” Scheme? What was going on? Confused, my gaze switched between Rhys and his mother.

He was dead serious. He was actually, seriously proposing that I—Myra Rossi, the girl who still had fucking stuffed animals (no offense to Mr. Dragon) on her bed—was going to marry Zyran Theon. The man whose gaze could freeze hell over. The man who had visited our house for years and had never once strung more than two words together in my direction. The man whose very silence felt like a physical dismissal, making me feel like a stranger in my own home, fucking non-existent.

They’re all waiting for me to speak. I clear my throat and start to speak, even though the memories are too fresh in my head and it’s making me a bit nervous to speak about it. “I’ve seen everything,” I say. “My Lycan Ivory is the significant other of the evil Shape Shifter Rhysand. She’s now inhabiting my body, and it seems that he knew that. He found her through me again, and that is the reason why he’s trying to get to me. He wants her back, but their love has turned sour and now he just wants to possess her for revenge. He wants to destroy everything just to get her back.”

“Alpha! Rivals crossed the east border in numbers. They are pushing toward the ridge. We need you now.” Rhydian cursed under his breath. He grabbed his jacket from a chair. “Stay here. Guards outside. Do not try anything.” He headed for the door, but I moved without thinking. My hand caught his arm. The touch sent another flash through me. Words came out soft and urgent, in a tone that did not feel like mine. “Watch your left side out there. They always come from the blind spot. Come back in one piece.” Rhydian froze. He stared at my hand on his arm like it burned him. Slowly he pulled away, eyes full of pain and confusion. “Do not do that. Do not sound like him.”

He pondered how she fared following his retaliation, his claws sinking into her flesh. He hoped her escape was a fucking struggle. His eyes gleamed in fury. Nobody escaped the king's wrath. Yet he allowed her to slip out. It was no skill of hers. He refused to admit to it. Baltir sighed, dragging his hand over his face and leaving it there. “The Moon Goddess will not be pleased-” “Fuck her,” Rhys growled his blasphemy. “What has she done for me and my family?” “You shouldn’t-” “Enough,” Rhys cut off his friend again. “Send in Eden.”

Rhye flashed a taunting smile. "Are we going to dance or fight, dog?" The feral snapped his teeth, reaching beneath his shirt to pull out a large handgun."In a rush to die, alpha?" "Not before my dinner dog," He muttered with the same menace. With a slow grin, Rhye released his coiled power. The frigid blast exploded through the room, knocking pans from the shelves and shattering the windows. The remaining feral screamed as he was tossed through the air and pinned to the wall by the tangible force. Ignoring the bullets that his enemy desperately fired in his direction, Rhye prowled forward. He could easily kill the ferals with his powers. Or even with the dagger still clutched in his hand. H

Our love will be a guiding light for our child. **Liana:** *rests her head on Alistair's shoulder* I can't help but imagine their laughter echoing through the castle halls, their footsteps mingling with the rustling leaves of the enchanted forest. **Alistair:** *nods, his expression softening* Our child will grow up surrounded by the magic of Elysandria. They'll learn to appreciate the beauty of nature and the strength of our kingdom. **Liana:** *chuckles* And they'll have you as their role model, Alistair. Your courage, your compassion – they'll inspire them to be the best version of themselves.

He thrust again, once, twice, then slowly hooked his arm beneath one of my knees and shoved it up, folding me in half, angling himself even deeper. “They didn’t know how to ruin you.” I cried out his name again, shattered, high-pitched, and needy. His name the only thing I could remember, the only thing I could feel. Rhysand. “Fuck—you're so full of me,” he snarled, hand moving from my clit to my throat again, not choking, just firm, and grounding me to the bed. I cried out. “You’ll take every inch,” he said, voice like gravel, “until you forget every name but mine.”

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.