Rhysand Feyre Novels & Stories

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.”

I said, smiling, trying to comport myself. She raised a brow, leaning on the door. The door was slightly opened I cleared my throat. “Excuse me, Are you… Liora?” “Uhmmm yes,” she said simply. She seem to be getting a bit irritated already. “I mean no harm madam, I am only looking for Elysia,” I said. She tilted her head slightly, standing upright. “And who are you ?” She asked, waiting for a response. “I’m Adrain, the Lycian King,” I replied. “Can I see her now.”

The only thing that should make him suspect it's me has been changed now so I step forward boldly and offer my hand in a handshake. "Dragmir Fenrir, at your service." He nods and plants the most flirty smile he has in his arsenal on his face as he takes my hand. "Rhysand, of the northern Lycans. Eager to have you." I take my hand back and watch him get into the car. Safira is deathly still when I look at her but she's noticed it too. I get into the car and keep my distance from Rhys. I think the playing field just became a tad bit more even.

The way he tilted his head, the glint of disdain in those storm-gray eyes, it was pure, unspoken threat. A promise of what would happen if Allister pushed just a fraction too far. Allister stood tall, refusing to step back. Posturing. Two alphas, locked in silence. No words, just presence and power. But the worst—best—part? It wasn’t for him. It was for me. Rhysand wasn’t claiming dominance over Allister, he was claiming me. His energy wound around me, pulled at my skin, my breath, the aching heat that coiled low in my body, and fuck, my body responded.

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.

"Rhys, High Lord of the Night Court, Ruler of Velaris, is a handsome guy with a dark aura and violet eyes. Girls go crazy for him, but people are scared of him. He is so perfect, Noah, that I could not help but fall for him. He is so pure and handsome, so fierce yet gentle. Feyre is one lucky girl. "I kept on blabbering about a fictional character that I could feel he is so jealous ,through the bond. "Are you bothered by him?" I asked teasingly. "Why would I?" he questioned in a reply. "Why not?" I ask him. "Because Moon Pie," he said, carousing the side of my body along my chest down to the stomach. It sent shivers through my body. "He cannot caress you the way I can," he said.

"Of course Rhys hasn't told you and knowing him, he probably asked Rosalie and Ava not to. He is still so fucking infuriating." The first sign of true anger flashed across her eyes and features and I found myself chuckling as I related wholeheartedly to that emotion. "Yup. Welcome to my world." Chuckles escaped us both before an air of seriousness engulfed us. "Rhys' father, Lord Damian Taehyung Hayden, wasn't the warmest husband or father. The man was brutal. A lethal weapon and he made Rhys into the perfect successor. He was always prepared to destroy those who ever opposed the royal family or his own. Mercy wasn't something he proffered easily. I won't get into it a lot because, one, I do

I added, nodding toward the official who stepped forward with documents and testimonies—physicians who had quietly aided the cover-up, witnesses who had finally stepped forward. Then I turned to Jas and Malachi. “For your deception, for your cruelty, and for your attempt to manipulate not just me, but the throne itself—you will be exiled. Stripped of title and everything you own, beaten then banished. If you ever return, i will not be so lenient” Malachi stood abruptly, shouting something about unfairness, but the guards were already in place. I looked to Meandro then, and her hand tightened around mine. “I will not be marrying Jasquire,” I said firmly. “Instead, I will marry Meandra. And in

Rhys's gaze. "As I see, you two have been in a romantic relationship." Mr. Rhys took a deep breath, his expression turned serious. "It's true and I love him more than you think" He, being honest, accepted whatever Mr Rhys was expecting. "What about Your Fiance Amy Richardson? Do you want my boy to be a homewrecker? Your engagement had been announced publically. What's more, Your father would never approve of this kind of relationship." Eryx jolted. Mr Rhys had been speaking the truth. His father would never accept it, not to mention Amy who was literally a psychopath.

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.