Rhysand Wings Novels & Stories

The horses stood in the center, their flanks heaving, breath billowing in thick white plumes that were instantly torn away by the gale. "Hestia! Tend to the wounded!" Rhys’s voice was a jagged rasp. He vaulted off his warhorse, his boots striking the frozen earth with a heavy, hollow thud. I noticed the split-second hitch in his movement, a stiffness in his left shoulder that he tried to mask with a sharp turn. Hestia was already scurrying toward us, her heavy kit clattering against her hip. Rhys caught her gaze and tilted his head toward me.

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.”

I whispered softly. The strong wind blew and our hair swayed at the movement. Rosamund closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. Slowly, she let go of my hands. “Endure the pain, Rosamund.” I told her firmly. A yelp escaped her blood red lips when a pair of wings sprouted from her back. They were huge and powerful. I knew it the moment I saw how dark they were. The black feathers sparkled through the sunlight; they look sinister but beautiful nevertheless.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

One of their most popular videos was playing, though its volume was at the minimum. On it, Eva and Xylo were in their mecha as the two fought against a horde of incoming giant insects. Thousands of giant armored insects with scythe-like segmented legs advanced on the two with relentless fervor. Both of the Ravens’ rifles and shoulder-mounted guns blasted into the chittering swarm and punched through their thick chitinous hides. Bullets pierced through, and their mostly-liquid innards flew out behind them. And although they tore through countless insects, the damage they did hardly mattered. Or rather, all they did was slow down the tide.

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

Amren screamed as Rhysand fell to the ground, his lifeless body landed on the ground and Amren fell on her knees as she hugged him to herself "Wake up Rhysand! You can't leave me now....Rhysand don't be like this! You can't be a scum bag and leave me!!" Her tears flowed profusely but Rhysand's face turned paler and paler, his eyes open still..

Beside me, Luke stiffened with his silver eyes burning with hatred and rage. "The bitch goes down tonight" he growled, his hair turning silver. His wings made appearance and his silver eyes burned as bright as ever. I closed my eyes, feeling the energy in the air. When I opened my eyes, my black hair had turned golden, my eyes glowing so brightly. My gold and black wings, stretching out behind me. I flew upwards, my wings beating the air lightly.The other warriors followed suit. Amyra launched herself into the air with Ric beside her. They both had marching silver hair and crimson eyes. Beside me, Luke growled.

In the next moment, he had his blade just an inch from Jin's neck. The wind suddenly changed direction and four wrists covered in black metal met his weapon. His eyes grew wide at the rune etched on the metal—the symbol of the Rigiddin. Ryder’s instincts automatically backed out and he withdrew his stance. Four shirtless men with black tattoos and leather sandals stood guard at Jin’s back. The others also showed up. There were many of them. Ryder suddenly raised his sword though he didn’t mean anything by it. His weapon just instinctively went in a defensive position.

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.