Novel & Cerita Rhysand Feyre

And yet, he found himself watching her, waiting for her to say more. “I’m sorry about your wife. She truly didn’t deserve that,” she whispered. Her eyes remained downcast, her breath shaken, Rhysand could see her lips quivering slightly as if… she was cold or whimpering? Rhydian stilled at her as he frowned. No one had said that to him before. Not a single person seemed to sympathize with him regarding his loss. “I don’t care what you think. I do not need your sympathy.” Violet didn’t mind the tension in his voice… she went on.

Alpha Tyrion added and my mouth hung open with shock and fear. Shifters! How would I fight against those predators?

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.

Off his plate. Robert beamed. "See? Problem solved." "No." Alyssa's voice sliced through the room. "Absolutely not." "Alyssa." Robert's tone dropped. The butter knife clinked against his plate. "You're going to be Luna someday. A Luna has to be gracious — especially when your foster sister's mate might be the Vampire Lord's son. You can't be this petty over a car ride."

But we weren't alone. "YOU!" Rhys burst from the trees. He was half-shifted, a monstrous, twisted thing of fur and flesh. Foam flecked his muzzle, and his eyes were rolling with madness. He charged straight for me. He wanted to hurt Victor by breaking me. But he would never touch me. A black blur intercepted him mid-air. Victor slammed into Rhys with the force of a freight train. The impact crunched bone. They hit the snow in a tangle of claws and teeth, snarling like demons.

I took a slow breath and lifted my head, meeting his gaze for the first time without pleading. “I, Tanya, the halfblood of Xoraya Clan, accept your rejection, Alpha Prince Tovar of Raki Horde Pack.”

Completely vulnerable, Raelyna lifted her step to follow Declan…. “Alpha King?” Faye’s voice immediately made Raelyna take her step back. She hurriedly turned around, never been this desperate to face him ever in her life. Her glossy azure eyes collided with his firm grey ones, which were already on her. Raelyna had never looked into those grey eyes with hope…but right now, somehow every bit of her hope had relied on that man in front of her. Would he really satiate her hope now or would crush it more roughly?

A period Aldric tends to enjoy the most because nothing excites him more than chaos. However, there was only one tiny problem, Aldric hated being a child, sadly, that was the only identity that could buy the female human's trust as he has observed so far. Islinda, as she was called, was kind to a fault and he, Aldric, was a dark Fae honed to take advantage of such weakness. And he couldn't wait to see how this turns out, the excitement was surging through the veins already.

Chapter 41: Faye pov The first light of dawn cut through the tent, but it brought no comfort. I woke up with a start, the burn inside me pulsing harder than ever. It was a constant, angry fire, moving with every beat of my heart. My body felt cold, and weak from blood loss, but the curse inside me made my skin burn hot. My side still bled through the bandages, with every movement sending sharp pain along the wound. Umfa moved restlessly in my mind, growling, pacing, wanting to shift, and wanting to fight. I held her back, knowing any sudden shift could make the curse worse.

I struggled to comprehend what Yaris had just told me. Before I could process it, a sudden sharp pain shot through my arm. Glancing up, I noticed Yaris and Connor both staring to my right. Instinctively, I grabbed a golden band on my wrist. As I held it tightly, a slender blade started to emerge, transforming into a gleaming golden sword. I turned to look in the same direction as the two Fae males. At that moment, another sharp, gray stone was hurled from behind the rose bushes. I couldn't see anyone, but I heard strange, unintelligible chatter. Suddenly, a small round head topped with a faded red hat appeared.