Rhysand Novels & Stories

The packs howled again, the sound swelling into something primal, courage in its rawest shape. Lisa’s smile twisted. She lifted her hand. The wind coiled like a serpent ready to strike. I braced myself, and then a snarl split the right flank. Every head turned. A lone figure moved through the ranks of rogues, slow, calm, as if the battlefield belonged to him. For a heartbeat, every wolf around me tensed, ready to launch. I stepped forward, teeth bared. “LORENZO.” I snapped. “You fucking dare show yourself in our lands? “

I repeated, my pulse hammering in my ears. "His half-brother, Andran, sent those funeral arrangements this morning," Regina explained, a flash of disgust crossing her face. "He sends them constantly to taunt the Alpha to brutally remind him that he will not live past his thirtieth birthday, and that Andran is next in line to inherit the throne." "What...?" I gasped, my jaw dropping in utter shock. "You mean... Davian won't live past his thirty-first birthday?!"

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

"If they give you that information and it checks out? Are you going to continue with the larger jobs? The ones that could be even more dangerous?" "I don't know," Ravyn admitted. "I'll decide once I see what they give me. Once I know whether this is real or just an elaborate manipulation." She finally moved off Dante, sitting beside him on the bed and running her hands through her hair. "I should shower and get ready for work. Should probably check on Rhysand too, see if he's awake yet." "He's awake," came a small voice from the doorway, and they both turned to see Rhysand standing there in his dinosaur pajamas, his face still b

"You meant that you've failed. Just like the one before you. And the one before him. And every other trembling fool who's stood in this room and offered me explanations instead of results." "Y-Your Majesty..." the healer whispered, his composure cracking. "Please... just seven more days. I beg you. I'll make her wake. I swear on my life!" "Seven days?" A cold laugh escaped him. "She’s been lying here like a fucking corpse for fourteen days already. Fourteen. Are you seriously suggesting I give your incompetent ass yet another week to disappoint me?" Fourteen days? I'd been unconscious for two weeks. The realization made my stomach drop. For two whole weeks, I'd been lying helpless in the Lyc

I have always hated the guts of that old man. I suddenly bit my lip. Since it has come to the mention of family, I couldn’t hold the anger boiling inside me. “I don’t need people who doubt my abilities. Go pack your asses if you think I can’t, this company can’t, thrive without you. I am Rhio Zel Cantheliz! And as long as I rule, the Zel Cantheliz will not taste defeat.” I caught Deo giving me a quick triumphant smile. It wasn’t like me to be provoked and suddenly brag but I had enough.

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Verdant. I have heard a lot about you.” I hesitate before I shake his hand. Every cell in my body rejects the contact, and I feel slithers under my skin. Up close, his eyes are in fact a dark green. So dark they're almost black. There isn't a single light in them. “Who are you and how do you know Sera?” “My name is Rhys,” he says, his smile widening while none of it touches his dead eyes. “Seraphina is my fiancée.”

Not his pawn, and definitely not his unfinished business. He wanted to test me? Let him. Let him look at me with that unreadable face and those cold, dark eyes that always burned a little too long. Let him try to rattle me. I’d bite back this time. I pushed the irritation down. Just another meeting. I could get through this. But when I stepped into the hall, I was momentarily disarmed. Rhysand was already seated at the far end, lounging like the throne had been carved with his name etched into the bones. One arm draped over the side, legs spread just enough to stake his claim on the room.

"Stand, Nira and speak." "King Valor, we have come seeking refuge. This man, Aerys, helped me escape from my captor and return. We are merely seeking sanctuary." Rhae turned into the character of Nira, begging. "We know your true identity, Rhaenyx Maltalor the assassin. So tell me why, I should let a manipulator and assassin back in my palace?" Valor picked his fingernails.

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.