Cassian Andor Books Novels & Stories

Next year, Sam and I could be Christian Grey and Ana Steele from Fifty Shades of Grey. I lift my head and pull on a smile. "Okay, I'm over it." "Wow, that was quick," Lily snorted. "I'll have you know; I don't like that book. It's sadomasochistic for me to read or watch the movie." "But it's a good plot," Clark argued. "Sam and I watch it whenever we get-" "Shh!" In the blink of an eye, I left Logan's side and covered Clark's mouth. "TMI" then my eyes landed on Lily as I gasped. "Lily? Why aren't you wearing your costume?"

“Cassian thinks you’ve lost control.” Roman’s voice sliced through the dark like the edge of a blade. He stood at the center of his private war room, surrounded by maps and burning candles that cast uneven light across the floor. The scent of smoke and leather filled the air. It was late, past the hour when most men slept, but Roman never slept well when his mind hunted ghosts. Cassian didn’t flinch. “Then Cassian thinks correctly,” he said, stepping from the shadows. His coat was unbuttoned, his jaw set in quiet defiance. “You’ve been distracted. Since her.”

San Francisco glowed beneath the aircraft windows finally. Enough pretending distance was noble, he was going to get his fiancée back. Cassius walked through the terminal dressed in black slacks and a charcoal coat despite the mild weather. Heads turned as he passed. Women stared, men watched cautiously. His phone buzzed once, it was Jin Bunko. Cassius answered while walking toward the exit. “Alpha.” “What is it?” “Everything remains stable in Ravenwood.” Cassius hummed distractedly. Jin hesitated before speaking again. “Are you certain this pursuit is wise?”

Aria demanded. Cassian was already moving. “They found us.” “Who?” Eden didn’t answer. She grabbed Aria by the arm. “Either come with us or die here.” And then they ran—through fire, through betrayal, through the heart of a crumbling empire. Cassian hated the cold. Not because of the temperature, but because of what it reminded him of—vaults, glass cells, hollow corridors, and the silent ghosts of the past that never stayed buried. And now, here he was, back where it all began.

The kind of power that could level cities or restore them with a whisper. But he was kind. And that terrified the few who remembered what his name meant. Aragorn—He Who Shines Where Shadows Die. Cassie stood in the hallway that morning, watching him from afar. He was outside in the garden with Cassian and Elias, who were now teenagers—bright, awkward, protective of their brother. Cassian had become the quiet prophet, always sketching stars and scribbling down what the skies whispered. Elias, the practical one, was already a strategist, always training, reading, or meditating.

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.

He is a betrayer. He is a Backstabber and he’s very cunning and do you know what they say about men who cheats they never repent so tell me why this alpha thinks his brother would change from his ways or even the men walking with him are repentant what the leader did. He was just oblivious to the fact that they could harm him even while the leader is in the dungeon, locked up in chains, but what he seems to forget is the fact that these men can walk against him independence and sneak into the cell just to get more instructions from their boss. I feel pity for Cassian and I don’t want anything bad to happen to him because he is a father of my children. He is my mate and he is the author of th

It was the first time in recorded history that the three great powers had agreed to a unified border and a shared defensive frequency. ​“You are thinking about her again,” Cassian said, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the engines. ​He was leaning against the doorway, his silhouette framed by the golden afternoon light. He looked healthier than he had in months, the exhaustion of the Void finally replaced by the rugged vitality of the true North. But his eyes remained the same: two swirling vortexes of silver and shadow that saw right through my pretenses.

"All of his books. His memories here. If you indeed loved the incubus, your grief shouldn't patter away at his drag path here." Then it was gone. I stood there in the rain and looked around. The wolf was right. I hated that it was right. Books lined the walls, their spines already dark with water. The shelves sagged under the weight. Through the gaps in the roof, rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything Cassian had touched, everything he'd kept, everything that proved he'd existed here at all.

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.