Cassian Azriel Rhysand Novels & Stories

This was the perfect moment for Cassian to introduce himself. “I am Cassian Arkhavel. Son of King Arkhavel, brother to Kardor and a former military doctor.” Veyran Doskh extended a hand to Cassian. “A medical doctor with magic hands.” I almost laughed at that. Veyran Doskh really looked impressed. “You are really King Arkhavel’s son?” “The charming one.” Cassian replied. Suddenly a knock sounded on the door, one of the royal healers stepped inside holding a folded paper.

"Cain is one of Lord Lyros's renowned warrior Lycans. He and Rhys are.... friends." "He didn't sound like they were." In a moment I am transported back to that place with Cain, under the moonlight, and with his lips a soft touch on mine. And then back with Rhys, under showers and hells... I'm so fucked up. Fenrir Dragmir waits for more information but I don't offer up any more. When the stare becomes too piercing, I look away. "Just say it, Adelaide. Anything that can help us right now will be beneficial."

I did not state it, but I was thankful for her presence and guidance. I was turning a page when Rosalyn’s eyes drifted to the door. Before I could ask, a shadow filled the frame. A man stepped in, silent, unannounced. Elias walked a step behind him, though he did not speak. Older, weathered, with a scar across his jaw. Wild amber eyes that didn’t belong to any civilized wolf I knew. The kind of presence that made Rosalyn’s hand subtly shift toward the drawer where she kept her phone and panic button, and Elias stood as straight as a blade being drawn.

I moved to block Cyrus’s view of the child, baring my fangs to show that she belonged to me. “You cannot kill me Cyrus. I suggest you let us pass, I don’t wish to fight you.” I snarled. “The goddess warned me of your curse, Rhazian.” He smirked. “You may be immortal, but I’m certain you cannot say the same for the child. Would you like to see what the venom we have been blessed with can do to your kind?”

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

I asked her with a confusing laugh. She took a contemplating breath before answering, “Because I don’t want anyone to notice me, especially Ronan. You know how they are right?” she said with a look of horror on her face. I hate seeing her like this. She is terrified of that vile person. Ronan Pierce, is Zane’s best friend and he torments my best friend for his own sick kick. He is a complete psychopath and most of the students stay away from him in the school. “Ugh, don’t remind me of that psycho. I swear he is the first person I am going to kill to crack up my wolf side,” I promised her in all seriousness but she laughed it off as if I were joking.

The crystal at her throat pulsed violently now, its warmth almost unbearable. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, struggling to keep her voice steady. "What I want," he said, moving closer with each word, "is what fate has already decided. Can't you feel it? The bond that's forming between us?" He gestured to his chest, where a faint glow emanated through his fine clothing. "I am Cassian Holt, heir to House Holt, master of the ember arts. And you," he reached out, his fingers stopping just short of touching the crystal at her throat, "are my fated mate."

Cassian holds my hand under the table and jokes around with Rodenel, who sits beside him. I can’t help but notice that while Rodenel does continue the cheerful banter with Cassian, he seems a bit distracted by the pretty blonde Priestess who sits on the other side of him. They exchange passing glances, only for moments at a time, but every time they do, I catch the glint in both their eyes. “You’ve noticed it too.” I turn to Dyannah, who is seated beside me. Her gaze is also on the Priestess. She smiles before continuing. “That is Ciara. It seems there is something more of a passing interest there.”

It was a ghost of a lifetime only he was plagued to remember and hate himself for not doing anything before it was too late. Cassian Vale had always had a soft spot for Elara Voss, though he had never dared to ask for more. She belonged to his half-brother, for one. And he knew the lies they fed her—the poison they whispered into her ear about him. Dangerous. Cold. Untrustworthy. He never cared to correct them. Let them talk. He held the Blackwoods in such utter contempt that their opinions weren't worth the breath they used to utter them. He hated them before but now twice as much for the evil they had done across two lifetimes. But now, seeing her like this... he felt a ripple move through

“Marked already. I see that you're not wasting any time.” Cassian’s hands are balled into fists again. “Jason,” he says louder, making me flinch. “Take her inside.” Killian looks at Jason one more time, and he pauses again. “Just introduce us,” I say calmly. “And then I'll go inside.” That is the only thing that manages to win Cassian over. And he takes a deep breath, taking a step back. “Nova, this is Killian. My older brother. And Killian, this is Nova. My mate.”