Rhysand Novels & Stories

He is Athesmos after all, the ruler of Dark Castles and the conqueror of death itself. "My Lord," Dylan called as he walked into his Master's battle room. A room where the best armors worn in each battle the king had ever embarked on were laid peacefully. "Finally, something refreshing." Xrysos stood up from his golden seat to go hug his Chief Warrior. "News my lord." Dylan laughed as their hug came to an end. "Pray tell. I've waited long enough." Xrysos ordered that wine be poured for them. "Gouria is a cousin to Lord Athesmos."

In a private mansion of the Ransom clan, a leader, king, of the Lycan dynasty was enjoying his leisure time. The man had sharp blue eyes, jet black hair, with a height of one hundred and eighty seven centimeters. He is King Darius Ransom, a king who has been alone for three hundred years because his partner had to die in the war between the wolf clan and the vampire clan.

Rhys had already taken an unplanned break, and that was while he was in the Wilds posing as Amira. The other wolves, Baltir, Zev, Raul and Tolvar, Rhys’ closest friends and guards, surrounded him. They growled at first, aware that Amira- him- was a rogue, but Demon’s red eyes returned briefly, with a ferocious growl leaving the king’s lips made his friends whine, their ears flatten and back away. They did look at each other, though and at Baltir, wondering what was going on. They were probably mind linking.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

a deep, gravelly voice snaps. With a sigh, I look up. Rhysand is standing at the edge of our booth. He looks like a dark god of vengeance, his jaw set so tight I’m surprised it doesn't crack. His expression is like he’s ready to burn down the building. Emma’s fork hits her plate with a loud clatter. "Oh, shit."

Sapphire blushed in embarrassment as whisked the chocolate batter. "I do but I wear normal ones...not the one which once your husband will see you and won't leave till you are pregnant with triplets!" A gush of embarrassment brewed in Sapphire and before she could think anything, the whisk flew out of her hand to hit the shameless Selena ! Selena ditched the the whisk and grinned victoriously. She turned to pick up the the whisk from the floor but was left star struck to find James Ronaldo behind her with the batter spread on his face and shoulders.

Taelin- “You did what?” I asked the Alpha King incredulously. “I have sent for your friend Theo to be brought here. He is due to arrive at some point today. When we knew we were close to creating a cure, I figured you would want him here. The thing is though, he is in,” The Alpha King paused as he looked over his shoulder at Ryan. “She calls them tanks. Stage three rogues.” Ryan answered the Alpha King’s unspoken question. “Ah, yes. He has entered the third stage of the transformation. I believed you would want to cure him soon. I also thought it would be an effective way to test the cure before we send it out.” The Alpha King finished.

Madchen was shaking in Drago’s arms, not out of fear though, no she was sick of Jason’s sneaky lies. “Madchen,” Drago pulled her closer, if that was possible, “Breathe, beautiful, just wait, let me handle this, I promised you…” “Ok,” she went still in his arms, he had promised her, so should give him a chance. “I bet she’s fucked every Andrei in here,” Jason went on spewing his lies, “She’s their pet after all,” “She only saves that honour for me,” Drago spoke, his voice calm, but with a very very dangerous heir. “She is mine, mine alone, and I dare anyone to touch her, especially if she doesn’t want it,”

Arthur pulls out another old box, but this one isn’t as in as good of condition as the last one. “Hello, everyone. I am Rondell, Rondell Morrisfield,” Rondell says. The room went dead silent; you could have heard a pin drop. I could see that Tianya and Kylynn wanted to say something, but they were struck silent for once. I had the urge to pull out my phone and record this moment because I knew them not being able to find something to say was a moment few and far between. I felt Everly smack my thigh and raised my eyebrow at her. I have a feeling she knew exactly what I was thinking.

However, my entire being seems to have melted in the wind when I saw the one in front of me. It was a tall, lean man with pale skin, black hair, and the most startling grey eyes. His irises are the color of diffused storm clouds, and they look just as threatening. When he meets my gaze, a cold chill zaps my spine. It’s Rhysand, and his features keep shifting, changing, but I can still see who and what he is at the core of it all. He looks less monstrous and more handsome this time, but there’s no denying that behind those eyes, there’s nothing. He has no soul, no heart, no sympathy.