Cassian Acotar Novels & Stories

Every time the wind picked up, I expected the white needles to shatter like glass. ​Cassian was sitting nearby on a jagged outcrop of rock. He hadn’t moved for hours. Since he unleashed the power of the Stitch to destroy the Great Engine, he had retreated into a profound silence. He looked like a statue carved from the mountain itself. The iridescent amber of his eyes remained, but the light within them was dimmed, flickering like a candle in a cavern. The glowing seam on his chest was visible through the tear in his tunic, a constant reminder of the price we had paid to keep him among the living.

Carter held up an iPad, showing him a grainy photo of a woman. Xavier’s heart leaped when he saw the face. “This is your girl, right?” The Beta asked, watching him with a hesitant look. “Yes, yes, that’s her.” Xavier nodded eagerly, taking the device from him. “What did you find out about her, Carter? Any explanation for the interesting lack of social media presence?” His excitement turned to a sudden anxiety at his friend’s unreadable expression. “What’s going on?” Carter took a deep breath, not really sure how to break the news to his friend.

“But I don’t understand, Cassian doesn’t even have the tattoo. I would’ve seen it.” Without a word, Sterling unlocked his phone and handed it to me. On the screen was a picture of Cassian, shirtless, seated on a leather chair. The image zoomed in to his bare feet. Beneath them were twin tattoos: black spiders coiled in intricate patterns, the mark of the Pale Crest. Sterling swiped to another image. The back of Cassian’s head, shaved shorter than usual, revealed a faint, concealed symbol hidden beneath the hairline. My heart stuttered. I realized I’ve never seen his feet. He was always in socks, always careful, always controlled.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

I say, but we both know I'm not going anywhere yet, instead, I make small circles with my hips and this time, we make love slowly, kissing the entire time. "Thank you for joining us. Finally." Calista smirks, but there's no anger in her tone. She points at my friends who all look sweaty and exhausted. "We've done a bit of a warm up, but I'm guessing two you had your own warm up this morning. Are you joining us, Cain?" "Yeah, may as well." He winks at me and butterflies erupt in my stomach. "Ok, pair up. No, Cain, you and Zac will go together, we need Tegwen to have a proper opponent. You'll be too scared to hurt her." Calista grabs my wrist and Zac goes to stand with Cain.

He made an odd hmmm sound and I raised my brows and glanced at the screen. "Who are you, I can tell you're a vampire as well from your eyes but they aren't familiar to me since I know several thousand," I growled through the lie threateningly. He chuckled heartily and the sound was warm and comforting. I frowned upon experiencing the feeling. He slipped off the mask and I melted into my chair. He was gorgeous. Face of Adonis and surprisingly blue highlighted black hair that looked really edgy but sexy on him. I concentrated on slowing down my breathing and acted nonchalantly. I know my gray eyes lit up showing him my appreciation for his good looks. It was something out of my control and an

He was the only one who might know how to undo Carlton’s grip, how to free Ava, how to salvage whatever scraps remained of my honour. I reached the heavy oak doors and raised my fist to unlock them. “Deric.” The voice was calm but carried like a gunshot through my thoughts. I turned sharply. Cassian stood leaning against a stone pillar, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His hair was tied back today, revealing the hard lines of his face, the little scar that cut from his temple to jaw like a blade had kissed him once and let him live out of pity. “Move,” I growled, stepping forward.

Jace says closing his laptop and heading toward the door. “I get it, thanks, man, Tell Chrissy I say Hi” I'd be lying if I said seeing a she-wolf come under assault didn't make me think about Audrie...she wasn't my mate or not that I knew. We'll see when her birthday rolls around. He nods and heads out. I decide to follow his lead and call it a night too. *** Mother Selene, this guy was a creep. He has spent more time staring at she-wolf asses than anything, his personality sucked, and to top it off, following around an accountant was mind-numbingly boring. Math was not anything resembling fun for me.

We let the silence speak first. His men collapsed one by one—tranquilizers, not bullets. Every breath was a countdown. Every heartbeat, an omen. And then we found him. Cassian. Slumped in a high-backed iron chair, swirling his wine with a hand far too calm for the storm around him. Behind him, a crimson curtain. Above him, an antique chandelier. A madman still clinging to his stage. As we entered, he looked up. Smirked. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, rising with the arrogance of a ghost who believed he couldn’t die. “Such an honor to stand in the same space with a distinguished warlord of the underworld. It’s my pleasure, Your Highness.”