Rhysand Romane & Geschichten

" I just chuckled as my stomach churned in the discomfort that overcame me. Yeah, Britta's right. But the thing is I've did it. And my sanity has gone somewhere. >>> “As a kid, Rhysand was a boy who could not stay still, and was always fussy.” That smiling voice sounded soft and sincere to my ears. I opened the photo album on the second page which showed a lot of little boys with black hair, and hazel eyes that were shining innocently. "He would always give anyone a headache when he wanted something." Mariana Miller continued from beside me. My laughter came out. Yeah, apparently since childhood his annoying behavior has been there.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

Walking past them, Lily felt like she was standing next to two giants. She looked at them curiously. That curiosity, she did not understand what she was looking for in them. The man standing next to her saw this, took a long snort, then scowled at her. The eyes turn from white to red. "Roly ! That's my man." The prince's loud shout brought the gatekeeper to his senses. He shook his head once, his eyes returned to normal, his body also stood solemnly in an upright position. Elias turned to Lily and said:

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

I froze with even more dread on seeing who it was. Rhys. I’d heard stories of him. The Rogue Alpha. The one who was rumored to rule the borderlands with his own law. He was drop-dead gorgeous as the tales read, almost as much as he was scary. Looked like he emerged right from the front page of a horror story, and he was the hottest villain in the book. “You’re in my boundary,” He spoke flatly, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Give me one reason not to kill you right now.”

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Mind-linking required full concentration—or so I assumed. He cleared his throat, his voice commanding my attention. “My name is Visaris Rael Rhysand. I’m the Lycan King. And most recently…your mate.” My heart gave a startled jolt. “Should I… bow? Call you ‘Your Majesty’?” I asked awkwardly. “No, that won’t be necessary. Visaris is fine,” he said, waving it off. “And you are?” “I’m Roisin. Roisin Sinclair. I’m a werewolf… eighteen years old. That’s… pretty much everything.”

“You all sit here arguing over my corpse like scavengers. I am not dead. I am not broken. And I will not be replaced.” “Your Majesty,” Rhys began carefully, “no one doubts your courage. But you’re in no state ” Her gaze cut to him, sharp as a blade. “No one rules while I breathe.” The words fell heavy, final. Lucia exhaled, half in relief, half in fear. Matteo looked at her as though seeing her for the first time again not as his wife, but as the storm that had built kingdoms and destroyed them with equal grace. Bianca turned to him last. “Where is the recon division?”