Rhysand Wings Novels & Stories

His lips, which were normally so pink, and his eyes, which changed color to golden in the light but were originally glistening grey, were now bloodshot and swollen. His pale, clear skin had bumps and pink bruises. His lips were cut open, and blood trickled from them. He had a couple of broken ribs and fractures. He could have easily fought back, but he did not.

"It's obvious; they are rescuing her, sire!" "I don't think so." Rhye nodded his head and began pacing. "It's too simple, too obvious." "Fine, but I expect payment for trailing after a bunch of stinking ferals and sexy witches." Rhye grasped one of the stunted horns and hauled Stephen up to glare into his wide eyes. "Your payment is that you get to keep your wings. Understood?" "Hey, let go, my friend. Jesus, why are you so evil?"

Rhazien groaned as he slowly got up on his feet and his suppressed wings slowly sprouted larger and larger, he swung both of his wings and in that single, swift movement, the heads of the two Witches before him rolled to the ground. The third one behind him was about to stab him with the dagger, but Rhazien swiftly turned around and he drove his hand into his chest. Rhazien gritted his teeth with a satisfied smile and the Witch gasped painfully. "This is for you," the Witch groaned and she suddenly drove the dagger into Rhazien's chest. Rhazien groaned and he let go of the Witch letting her fall lifelessly to the ground. Rhazien groaned and he staggered backward. I watched as the dark lines

Kade appears next to me at some point and he’s on his phone again speaking that other language and his face is grim and tight and I can’t hear what he’s saying over the noise of wounded wolves and Judith barking orders. He ends the call and looks at me and I’m about to ask what’s wrong when Rhys walks in. Except he’s not walking, he’s limping and he’s still in his golden wolf form and he’s absolutely covered in blood and there are wounds across his ribs and shoulder. His eyes scan the medical wing and find me immediately even though I’m surrounded by pack members and indistinguishable from any of them covered in blood like I am. Our eyes lock and something passes between us that I don’t have

Alexandria's POV I closed my eyes and let my powers flow to my veins and all over my body. The light of the moon struck through my entire body and now my bones started cracking up. As the light of the moon illuminates my whole being, it gives me enormous strength and power. Something inside me exploded, and I felt something grow from my back. It’s my angel wings. I flutter my eyes open and stare at King Warrick, which startled him as he stares at my glowing two distinct eyes; my left eye is blue while my right eye is green and both have golden flecks.

Xander yelled there was a brilliant flash of light and from outside in the tunnels came the screeching sounds of demons dyeing someone stood in the light but it was so bright they were completely silhouetted the only thing they knew was that this person was an angel as wings were outlined against the light when the light faded Kyra stood there two pairs of wings unfurled from her back one pair was a beautiful white the other pair shining gold her hair danced around her head as if blown by the wind and the silver flecks of her green eyes now ringed her irises and glowed vibrantly two curved scimitar swords were blazing with golden angels fire

Cash will be safe with his shitty pride, and me with my comfy bed and thousand pillows. He turned around suddenly at the sound of the metal chair flipping back behind me. The ropes he used to bind me were easily disintegrated when I pulled my aura out from its comfy sleep. My wings ripped through another hoodie fast and fierce causing an array of floating feathers. He just froze, staring at me.

Pythias suggested with a grin. Vixra smiled and then directed her attention to Royn. “Attack him but do not keep him out, I want him to reach here but not without a fight, do not use able fighters, he is sure to kill, I d not want to waste resourceful men.” “As you have ordered, my queen.” * * * * * * * Ryder barged into the throne room with his men, half covered in the blood of Erstonian warriors, he had his sword drawn and dripping, and his facial expression was one of pure anger and frustration.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

Gripped firmly in one of their hands, a tray made of polished gold remained concealed beneath a vibrant red cloth. "Valerius," King Roderick's voice pierced the silence, his lips curving into a sinister smile that hinted at hidden intentions. As his words spilled forth, they resonated with an unwavering determination, freezing the air around them. Valerius, a portrait of unwavering loyalty, felt his fingers coil tighter around the hilt of his sword, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension gleaming in his eyes. Bending at the waist in a deep bow, he responded in a voice hushed but charged with an unsettling resolve, "Yes, my king." In a fluid motion that mirrored the king's vengeful desire