Rhysand Feyre Novels & Stories

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.”

Tyrion is her boyfriend and she abducted me. I looked up at her. “I know Tyrion as the Alpha Prince’s Beta, but I have nothing in common with him.” “He was your childhood friend, so quit lying.” I nodded. “Agreed! We were friends but not anymore. We don't even cross each other's path.” I swallowed hard. “I have never spoken to him, so please let me go. I will avoid him if he dares approach me—we have nothing in common.”

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.”

“Get a life, granny sourpuss.” By the time we reached Rhaedros' private chambers, I had so many questions. And also - why was his hand still holding mine? As soon as we stepped inside, he released me and turned to the guards. “No one disturbs us.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” They chorused and exited the room quietly. When they were gone, Rhaedros turned to me. “How are you feeling?” I blinked, unsure of how to reply but I settled on one. “My feelings? Well, I feel like I was assaulted by a Lycan”

"The frog." For the first time since I had met him, I could have sworn the corner of General Rhydian’s mouth twitched. "I meant His Highness." "Oh." Auren looked up at Kaelor. "I made two friends." Kaelor’s eyes shone with emotion. "I hope so." Rhydian watched the exchange in silence. Then his attention shifted briefly to me. There was something thoughtful in his expression. Almost... As if he were measuring the distance between our hearts.

“The raven hair, the grey eyes. You are the protector.” “But that would make Daphne a leader?” I mutter, confused “Of witches.” Ivy mutters back. “How the hell do you know all this information?” Aiden might not be willing to challenge her, but I was. And the girl seemed to have an answer for everything. “I see things. I don’t know if Aiden told you, but us Hybrids, we all carry genetics from The Greats.” “You see things?”

“What were you doing with Zanders?” Sweat trickles down my spine when I see the prince’s eyes are almost completely golden. His aura is ten times more than it usually is, showing his wolf is present. He shakes his head and faces me again, his eyes aren’t focused, they switch between gold and their natural dark brown. He is fighting for control with his wolf from the looks of it and I don’t even know who is winning, what I do know is, I don’t want to be here to find out.

She did not wish for that and only wanted to soak in this marvellous tub. It seriously was going to be her favourite part about being here. Well, if Lyra could keep her paws to herself. Meredith seemed a little wiser to Rhys’ mood swings, most likely because of her experience, even though their king was not currently Rhys but a random rogue that wished him dead.

No, before I leave, I must trample that overbearing Mandy underfoot and make her lick the cow dung off my shoes! “You strange woman, what are you laughing about now?” Mandy’s rough voice interrupted my beautiful daydreams. But given that I was about to leave this wretched place, I decided not to argue with her for now. “Tell me, Mandy, how does Chris look on TV? Has he grown taller?” “Chris?” Mandy gave me a puzzled look, sizing me up and down. “Which Chris?” “Prince Chris, the heir to the kingdom!” I anxiously reminded this dim-witted woman. “The only child of Prince Liam, Chris!”

​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.