Rhysand Novels & Stories

"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

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.

The sound was sharp, “I don't want to see you. I don't miss you. I am not your body.” He replied, his voice low and harsh, “Now go away.” If Sandra's display hadn't attracted attention, Rhysand's burst of emotions had, I could feel the stares, Curiosity, and judgment filled their gaze. This wasn't good.

He seemed to feel the same way as he tilted his head to the side, seeming genuinely confused by my question. "I genuinely thought I had introduced myself well but I guess I forgot. My bad, beautiful. I guess I was too distracted to remember my manners. My name is Rhys Junseok Hayden, Lord of the Northern Territory. I am the Alpha of the Royal Pack. My job is to protect the King of Werewolves." His smile was sincere, beautiful. A complete opposite of the turmoil within me. Is he really THE Lord of the Northern Territory, the land of the Nobles?...

“Let’s start with the packs in our state. Rysterbia is home to four major packs, including ours. The second largest is the White Rose pack. They’re located north of us, led by Alpha Marcus and his Luna, Elara. Marcus is a skilled diplomat, known for his ability to forge alliances and maintain peace. His pack is one of the most united and disciplined you’ll find, and they value loyalty above all else.” Charlotte nodded thoughtfully, thinking about the allies Azraiel frequently mentioned. But her thoughts quickly shifted as Theo’s finger moved to another area on the map. “The Blood Moon pack,” Theo continued, indicating a territory to the west. “They’re smaller but control vital waterways. The

Theo asked Yohan for this favour. His men were always trustworthy even whatever jobs he gave them. There were Yohan, Jin, Nicholas, James, Oswald and Noah. Seven men with troubled pasts come together to form a bond and always had each other’s backs throughout the time they were together. Even if Theo was involved in the Mafia, he never regarded them as simply his alliances, they were his closest friends and would do anything to fight back if anyone harmed them. They were an inseparable family. They all met each other through Theo anyway and they were all proven reliable in all aspects so it wasn’t possible that even one of them would out Theo just like that. If they would, they really had so

Hymir’s raven and crown emblem were from their deity, Fiachra. According to Hymirian folklore, Fiachra is a young warrior cloaked in black flexible armor that is always seen accompanied by her ravens, it is said that Fiachra with the help of her friend ravens won countless battles and brought glory to Ancient Hymir. The King of Hymir at that time fell in love with the woman in black flexible armor and courted her, however, Fiachra’s love for her country was stronger and when a final war broke out Fiachra chose to go in the frontlines and fight with all her might. But it was also a fateful battle where Fiachra sacrificed her life by closing the gates of the kingdom, tens of thousands of raven

****** Roman I was getting frustrated and Troy took over after Kyan broke my hind leg, but we didn't care, we saw red and went for the kill. He caught us mid-air, we didn't even see when he changed, only Aidan was ever able to do that in this kingdom. I looked at Ares, he smiled and I saw Aidan's face before it was Ares again. I lost focus as I felt my rib snap before flying over to the side, Xaio was on me in a second before I could register what was happening, and I felt his fangs in my neck and he was willing to kill me, his father. I was in disbelief but so proud of him for fighting like a true King and I submitted because I will kill him before tomorrow, that crown will stay on my head.

Alpha Tyrion added and my mouth hung open with shock and fear. Shifters! How would I fight against those predators?