Cassian Acotar Novels & Stories

I wanted it dark again so I could sleep, dream, and that was it. “So when do we start running?” a voice came from the side somewhere. “Lynx is itching to get out and win this thing!” I scoffed hearing where the big talk came from. Cassian. He was the leader of Group 4, a Lycan from Aevanor, a fourth-year CSL major, and very insufferable. Especially when it came to wanting to be the best. His three teammates were already cheering him on like he had won, slapping him on the back and ruffling his hair.

“There’s nothing you can do. I bought you, and I have no intention of letting you go.” “I don’t understand… I’m not someone important; I’m just an ordinary club employee.” Cassian’s laughter echoed through the room. “You keep underestimating yourself, little squirrel.” He set his glass on the side table and walked toward me. I took a step back, my back hitting the locked door. My chest tightened, my breathing quickened as my heart pounded harder in my chest. The heat of his large body enveloped me. Cassian was a very tall man, taller than Liam or my boyfriend, Daniel. His chest was broad, his arms powerfully built, and that tattoo seemed to draw my eyes. I couldn’t look away from the piercin

Cassian hesitated just for a second then smiled like a knife. “Absolutely. Front row. Let him stew in the irony.” “Got it. And what exactly are you wearing to this... gala of redemption?” “White velvet. Custom. I want the photographers to question if I’m holy or unhinged.” Taryn snorted. “And Rowan?” Cassian’s smile faltered, just slightly. “Charcoal gray suit. No tie. Open collar.” “Oh?” she teased. “Since when do you pick Rowan’s outfits?”

"Why is Madison always gunning for you? I could smell the hate on her from across the room." Trista pursed her lips and didn't answer. Instead, she gave both men a heavy warning. "Cassian is extremely unstable right now. Do not—and I mean do not—provoke him for a while. Got it?" Isaiah and Attwater traded a guilty look and gave a perfectly synchronized nod.

My heart hammered as I approached the heavy oak door. Before I could knock, it swung open. He stood there like a shadow given form. Dr. Cassian Vale — the reclusive exorcist and occult specialist whispered about in dark corners of the internet. Thirty-five, tall and broad-shouldered, with messy black hair, sharp jawline, and piercing emerald eyes that seemed to see straight through skin and bone. Intricate tattoos crawled up his neck and disappeared under the open collar of his black shirt. He looked dangerous. Beautiful. Like the kind of man who could break curses… or create new ones.

That means Cassian… Cassian steps up close behind me, looking at my reflection in the mirror. There is absolutely no fear in his dark eyes, only deep awe and consuming, primal desire. He traces the raised red veins on my shoulder with his finger gently. “You are absolutely breathtaking,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of my neck. “My beautiful Queen.” I turn in his arms, looking up at him. “Cassian, you're Alaric?” “I told you I was Alaric. I knew Adrian was Elias before I killed him, and I called you Raya at that moment. I was confused until you just told me about our past. I am Alaric, and you are mine. My Crimson Queen.”

*********** Kaylee stared at her younger brother and wished he wasn't this good-looking Cos He's Right! Girls flock around Cassian like flies , even those older than him . His beautifully crafted gave is just so perfect and his huge eyes were so blue against his smooth chocolate skin , he has chiseled featured and he's tall and powerfully built for a seventeen year old high school student. He's also freaking intelligent always getting a gold medal at the end of the term . Kaylee made a promise to herself to make sure Cassian completes his education and gets his degree . ;He won't be a drop out like me No matter what ;

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

“They’re the ones I was talking about. Do you remember?” “It’s them?” I nod. “Oh, of course. I remember.” He shifts his attention to J and A. “I’m sorry about that; I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m Cassius Katrakis, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He holds out his hand to them, and they spring up to accept the handshake. Arianna’s mouth drops, and her eyes are glued to his face in admiration. I swear I just saw her eyes sparkle. Cassius is definitely her type.

He wants to drag it out, drink from it, fuck it raw. But obsession is never clean. And when two monsters fall in love, someone always bleeds. Naeria Vex P.O.V The first time I saw him, I was soaked in someone else’s blood. It trickled down my thigh feeling sticky under my skirt. I remember the metallic taste in my mouth, copper sweet and hot, and the way he looked at me across the street so unaware, unreadable, untouched by the violence breathing from my skin like steam. Cassiel Rhain. Former military, now private security. Six-foot-three a Trained killer with Haunted eyes. A man with scars where his soul should be saw me at one of my lowest and ever since have been obsessed.