Cassian Acotar Novels & Stories

She turned slowly. Cassian Varest lounged against one of the tall stone pillars in the outer corridor, as if he had been waiting. At seventeen, he looked like he had been born to be annoying and handsome at the same time—dark auburn hair perfectly tousled, gray eyes sharp and cold, and posture relaxed in an expensive dark coat trimmed with silver. He pushed off the pillar and walked toward her, boots tapping against the polished floor. “You should have failed,” he repeated, his voice calm but edged with something like anger. “All of them especially Caligo.”

The bone-altar. ​Cassian is a dead man walking. ​

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

She had seen Caleb many times on television as the MD, but Cassian Holt was a different story altogether. Cassian Holt was a name that sparked both fear and admiration in the business world. Known for his unmatched influence and ruthless efficiency, he earned the title of an assassin for his precise and cold approach to eliminating obstacles. No one had ever seen his face—his true identity was a complete mystery. This secrecy only added to his fearsome reputation, making him a shadowy figure whose mere mention could unsettle even the most confident. Those who crossed him or fell into his web of influence often faced severe, unseen consequences.

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

"Ex-military, Special Forces. He’ll keep you safe and teach you how to handle yourself." What Arthur didn't realize was that he hadn't just hired a guard; he had hired a god carved out of granite. Cassian was taller than any man I’d ever dated, with shoulders so broad they seemed to swallow the light in the room. He had a jawline that could cut glass and golden brown eyes that were utterly unreadable. But the most frustrating thing about Cassian? He didn’t care that I was beautiful. Every other man in my life, from the gardener to my husband’s business partners fell to their knees the moment I walked into a room. Not Cassian. To him, I was a "package" to be protected. Just an assignment

He immediately gives off a very warm vibe, despite the rather physically frosty look about him. “Finally, I’m glad we get to meet you Faye,” he says, smiling brightly. “I’m Cassian. Or as the Moon refers to me, Kindness.” It makes sense simply from the vibe he gives off. He does however, from his looks alone, he seems as though he would live in a realm of snow, and perhaps create is. He’s rather tall and lankly, covering his limbs with a thick black coat made from some animal. His hair is unkempt and shaggy, long around the top, tumbling across his forehead in a stark white mess. And his eyes. Like ice carved into perfect circle irises.

I was not naive, and I knew Robert Junior had not used any protection that night. I closed my eyes and hung my head low, waiting for the queasiness to pass so I could continue my work, but it was taking longer than usual. I forced myself to straighten up when I heard some footsteps coming closer. The door opened, and the large man who bought me walked in. He exuded the strongest alpha aura I had ever felt, so I immediately knew who he was. Alpha Cassian, the darkblooded alpha and rebel of the republic. He was rumored to be a savage and ruthless demon.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”