Cassian Acotar Novels & Stories

CASSIAN MARAT’S IP TRACED AND LOCKED. Cassian’s pale face drained of all color in a split second. He stared at the console, his aristocratic composure cracking for the first time. "You... you simulated a system vulnerability just to draw me out into the open?" "You walked right into our living room, Cassian," Adrian growled, his deep baritone dropping into a low, terrifying register. With a lightning-fast motion, Adrian closed the distance between them, grabbing Cassian by the collar of his velvet smoking jacket and slamming him violently against the heavy oak bookshelves.

Elena whispered, her silver blade flashing in the amber light of the enemy fires. From the dark shadows of the ravine trail, twenty black-clad hunters materialized from the fog, their steel plate armor reflecting the eerie, corpse-like glow of the chemical fire. In the center of the line, his silver cloak untouched by the driving sleet, stood Cassian Vale. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin glass vial filled with a silver-veined fluid—the precise extraction compound of the King's blood-smiths.

“Cassian.” The room erupted into chaos. Cassian had been with them from the beginning. Loyal. Steady. Trusted with sensitive routes and safe houses. He had sworn his life to the pack and to Aria herself. And now he had opened the door. Explosions rocked the lower levels of the tower as enemy forces surged forward with terrifying precision. Selene’s voice echoed through hacked speakers, smooth and satisfied. “You weakened yourself for love. Admirable. But love always creates openings.”

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.”

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.

Cassian whispered as he admired her, the warmth of his gaze making her blush under his attention. "And you're looking handsome as always," Hailey exclaimed with a grin, leaning in to peck his lips. Cassian, as always, exuded effortless charm. He was dressed in a sleek black wool coat that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, paired with a dark turtleneck sweater underneath for added warmth. His slim-fit black jeans and polished black leather boots completed the look, making him appear both rugged and refined. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and the winter chill brought a slight flush to his chiseled features, enhancing his striking appearance.

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.

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.