Rhysand Feyre Novels & Stories

It didn't make sense, in fact, at this moment nothing made sense at all. However, a chill ran down my spine and goosebumps rose on my skin as a figure stepped out from behind Draco. Taller, with longer but darker blonde hair and the same eyes Draco had, except his was colder. “Marius….” ‘Marius? M.. Marius Vasilev!’ Why would he come here? Draco groaned as he wiped the blood that flowed out of his bandage to his temple. “That hurt…what the hell was that for?!” he asked, his tone hoarse and laced with pain.

Roy grabs my hand and squeezes it, making my heart do a flip. "Meet Prince Ezran, the prince of the fae kingdom and…” He trails his eyes to the dark-brown-haired man. “Prince Grandell, the Prince of the elven kingdom." I raise my flushed face to look at the two males and find them staring at me with keen interest. "Nice to meet you." My voice is just above a whisper. "Right. Let's get down to business–" "Aren't you forgetting something, Roy? You haven't introduced the Princess to us." Prince Grandell says and Roy shoots him a glare.

Avondale was transformed from a land marked by inequality and suffering into a bastion of love and justice. It was during these transformative years that Cynthia, a young woman of exceptional beauty and wisdom, arrived at the castle. Her heart was as compassionate as Roberick's, and she was deeply drawn to the kingdom's principles of love and justice. The meeting between Roberick and Cynthia, and the love that would blossom between them, would not only mark the union of two hearts but also the unification of love and wisdom in the kingdom.

He positioned himself at her entrance, gripping her hips, ready to thrust when a sudden knock on the door echoed through the room. They both froze. "Beta Rhys," a voice called from the other side. "The Alpha has summoned you immediately." Rhys cursed under his breath, his frustration evident as he clenched his jaw. Irene hastily pulled a sheet over herself, her expression shifting from pleasure to panic. I held my breath, pressing myself deeper into the darkness of the box, my heart pounding in my chest. Rhys let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair before hurriedly pulling up his trousers. "I'm really sorry babe, I'll make it up to you" he muttered as he planted a kiss on

His dark blonde wavy hair framing his face, and his green eyes would definitely drive some she-wolf crazy I guess. But he wasn’t mine, I had a mate and I wanted him to touch me not Noah. So my wolf instantly growled at him through me and I could feel my claws coming out, ready to scratch his face off. Scoffing Noah took a step back as he grinned, my reaction was turning him on, I could see it in his eyes, they were darkening. “You might not know it yet Arya, but come Saturday, when you reject Adonis, you’ll need someone there to hold you while you’re body is wreathing in pain, “

Arya asked while she picked a book from the bookshelf and sat on a soft carpet near the window. “You mean Tyler?” “Yeah... I already know that the family doesn't like to talk about him that much but that's all I really know.” Arya said with a sigh. She was in the dark when it comes to most things, this was one of them. “Tyler Rivera is the original heir of the Rivera family, but he doesn't behave like one,” Kayla said with disgust at the end. “How so?” Arya’s curiosity was at its peak. She wanted to know what made Tyler so hated.

“What the hell have you done to me?“ I opened my mouth to ask them, but I still couldn't utter anything. I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks as I believed that I was never fated to be happy. The two months I had spent in Alpha Masno's mansion were well spent, and I couldn't ask for more. I never thought that I would one day get a princess treatment in my life. “Let's not be greedy. It's better if we accept our fate.“ I whispered to my wolf. Suddenly, a loud shriek echoed throughout the library. I raised my head to look above me and gasped. A large bird, whose possibility of flying into the library seemed impossible, capped its wings above us.

The color on her face drained in a heartbeat, and she looked at me with dawning horror. “What is your real name, Han?” “Gallahan,” I managed to say with my mouth that had gone completely dry over the reaction I was getting from her. “I am Gallahan Wick, the general of the Culling Army and the only son of the Alpha King.” And fuck. The heartbroken look on her face as the first tear rolled down her cheeks was enough to raise all my defenses up despite my efforts to keep them at bay. I wouldn’t let anyone judge me for my pain and how I handled it. Not even my fated mate.

Rhea chuckled. “I have the same feeling too but when it comes to him, we can never really tell what exactly is going on. All I know is that Elira would not go scotfree… he’s going to get her and deal with her and by the time he’s done with her, she’ll wish she never mated him in the first place.” Rhys walked toward us with long strides, the kind that told me he had made a decision, one he wasn’t planning to negotiate. His eyes, usually shadowed by frustration or exhaustion, held something sharper now, something terrifyingly calm. It wasn't a relief… It was resolved.

The kind that said a piece had just moved on a board he’d assumed was fixed. “You want to know who I am?” she asked. “Fine. Let me be clear, on the record, where your stenographers and your future historians can’t pretend I whispered it. “I am Lyra Hale. I am a surgeon. I am a wolf. I am the mother of a pup. You would happily turn into a political pawn if I let you. I am the woman Aiden Voss broke when he chose your crown over our bond—and the one who learned to set her own bones after that.”