Rhysand Novels & Stories

Blake looked at me, his eyes appearing haunted. “Hey, are we making plans to go get Jasmine back yet?” Jasmine’s cousin, whom I recognized from earlier when we’d taken family portraits, walked into the room. “Because I can get a flight chartered from Alaska and have a good number of my warriors here in less than twelve hours.” “Thanks, Alpha Tyce.” Blake shook his hand. “Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Alpha Alex Adalwolf from Pine Forest Pack.” I put my hand out to him, eager to make relationships with other alphas.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

“Hmm, don’t you think I’m trying right now?” Ivan took a deep breath, “I know you did. I just worry enough and want to cheer you up. But seeing you all excited with our plan eating shabu has calm me down that at least there is one thing you can look up to after we finished our task here” I don’t know why Ivan sounds serious, of course, one thing I really look up after this program ends is to gather with my boyfriend or come back to my comfort bedroom where I have my own personal water heater. Well, I have to boil the water for bathing here, so tired right.

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.

Guards, armored and armed, watching warily. Rael slowed his horse. “Let me speak first.” Elior nodded. They approached the gate, and a voice called down. “State your business.” Rael dismounted, throwing back his hood. “I am Rael Cavareth, son of the true king. I seek an audience with Lord Dain.” A long pause followed. Then, the gates creaked open just enough for them to pass through. Inside, the stronghold was alive with tension. Soldiers lined the walls, watching with wary eyes. At the far end of the courtyard stood an older man with a scarred face and sharp eyes, Lord Dain.

CASSANDRA POV "Mom, please don't make me go," I whined, slowly getting up from my bed. Unfortunately, today was the day of my engagement which I was not looking forward to, considering I'm engaged to the one and only Alessandro Russo. Alessandro and I met a couple of years back and from what I saw, he was extremely ruthless and quite insane. However, since my father passed away, I had to get married to secure a male leader for our mafia - a worthy successor.

"Not destruction." "I believe him," Seren said. "Both things can be true. He wants accountability and he wants the throne, and he's intelligent enough to understand that destroying Caspian to get the throne produces neither." She paused. "What he hasn't fully accounted for is that Aldara's version of accountability and his version are not the same thing." "She wants the throne for him." "She wants the throne for the bloodline's stability as she defines it," Seren said. "Lysander is her instrument for that. Whether he understands the degree to which he's being used rather than supported is something I've been trying to determine for four years."

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.

The one with the eyes that went red when he looked at me. “What—what happened?” I stammer, my hands trembling as I push myself back. “Where’s Betty? Who…who are you? Did…did you touch me?” He scoffs, like my panic amuses him. “Tempting,” he says, his voice low and smooth, “but that’s not my thing.” My stomach tightens. If anything, his calm makes me angrier. And more terrified. “I’m Rhysand,” he continues, stepping closer, each movement deliberate. He presses a kiss to my knuckle. “Vampire prince. And your mate.”

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.