Novel & Cerita Rhysand

He took off the headsets and glared at me. "What? Did I not make it clear that I wouldn't let you access anything in here?" He asked, frustration pressing in his voice. I went straight to the introduction. "I am Alpha Maseno, the alpha of this kingdom," I said confidently, trying to assert my authority. "I want those videos for the safety and well-being of my people." His eyes widened in shock as he struggled to rise from his chair and bowed his head. "I am sorry, Alpha. I didn't know who you were. I am sorry." I nodded, understanding his sudden change in demeanor.

Reece. He had long dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail and his eyes were the same color as mine.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

Roy responds. “I’ve never seen a hellhound before,” Lyson says, running a hand through his long black hair. He is the youngest with pale blue eyes and he seems more friendly. I was able to click with him and have a normal chat, unlike the older males. They are all handsome but not as handsome as Roy. I frown, squashing those thoughts. This shouldn’t be the direction my thoughts should take. “Trust me, you don’t want to run into one. They are more powerful than any shifter and it was by luck that we managed to escape. I would probably be dead if not for the Princess, she saved my life," Roy mutters, meeting my gaze.

“You say that like it’s annoying when he agrees with you.” “Men agreeing with good ideas are usually about four centuries late. I don’t hand out medals for basic evolution.” Gracie laughed. Then stopped when she saw something behind me. “Oh,” she said brightly. “Rhys.” My spine became a straight line before I could tell it to relax. Rhysand appeared beside the table in a dark suit with no tie, his white shirt open at the collar, his black hair arranged like even the wind knew its limits. “Gracie,” he said. He kissed Gracie lightly on the cheek. Then his eyes shifted to me. “Ms. de Cruz.”

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

No one did. Lysandra was hunched in the far corner, barely clothed, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her eyes had lost color, once sharp and cunning, now glassy and vacant. The walls around her were streaked with blood and scratches, her nails torn and broken. When she saw Giovanni, she flinched. Actually flinched. She crawled backward, away from the light, into the shadows. “Lysandra…” I stepped in slowly. Giovanni placed a hand on my arm. “She doesn’t know you. She doesn't remember you, does not remember anyone. I don't even think she remembers herself. This is the best part about it being able to reshape them.”

One looked at her, she glared at him, and the man’s body collapsed under her command. Even the rogues who had claimed they feared nothing… stepped back. But Valerie stepped forward. And I stepped with her. “You are brave, but foolish as well.” Lisa said casually as she looked at us. My pack surged behind us, Hunter, at my right, Elias and Rosalyn at my left, Hunter emerging from the treeline with blood on his claws but determination in his eyes. They looked at her as if their world had summoned them despite everything. They knew what was to come and the danger that surrounded, and yet, they still chose to stand.

Then she pushed me back trembling. But I wasn’t letting go. I pressed her gently against the wall, close enough to breathe and sniff all over her in her human scent. “What’s your name?” I demanded. “My name…is… C….Corvina Vardan,” she stammered. “You almost hit me with your car!” I heard her saying. Her voice trembled, but her eyes were fierce. She looked terrified and brave all at once. I stared at her, my instincts warring with my reason. She smelled human, but her touch… her touch had awakened something ancient inside me.

One of them asks, voice high with shock. "What? That's impossible. I thought Rhys was ordered to leave New York ten years ago and never return," the other one says. A third woman pipes in. "I heard that it was Mrs. Anders who ordered Rhys and his mother to get lost because she was afraid her husband would make his mistress' son his heir." "That's crazy." One of them gasps. "And now Rhys is back? Why?" "Who knows? But what I know is that he didn't come back empty handed at all. He's the owner of Vertico."