Cassian Azriel Rhysand Novels & Stories

My father’s Beta, Elijah, didn’t have a male heir, so I didn’t have to worry about bloodlines, thank the Goodess. Cassian is ruthless, merciless, and something to be feared. You wouldn’t know it just by looking at him, but it didn’t take much for it to come out full force. When my dad stepped aside and allowed me to take his place on the throne, I knew I’d need someone like Cassian in my corner. Someone willing to put everything on the line for his King, for his friend, and for his brother. That’s what I consider him. A brother, a friend. Someone who knows what lurks beyond the towering mountains south of Moorn where that mythical river disappears into the mist, and the very reason I have to

She hates the nickname, and yet this time, she only whimpers. In the middle of this, I am brought back to reality when I hear a twig snap. My head turns to the source. Another wolf, a huge black wolf but… It doesn’t seem to be very accustomed to walking. It looks funny, strange… weird and then… “Aysel…” ~~~~ [Present] The raspy note makes me yelp. We stand up and back away. I know for a fact that this alpha is Azriel because of the golden rings around his black pupils. I look at him warily nonetheless.

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

His eyes drink in my naked body before coming back up to meet my eyes. “Zephyr, it’s about time you answered my call,” he says before wrapping one hand in my hair roughly, tilting my head to the side and taking my mouth in a kiss so dominant it let’s me know that he’s done with waiting. Ishir is a big man, with thick ginger hair that has black streaks in it, much like his tiger’s stripes. When he releases my mouth, his gold eyes glint with desire. He lifts me up, impaling me on his cock as he slams me against a tree. I wrap my legs and arms around him, devouring him as much as he is devouring me.

In another dark green gown, the three quarter sleeves and a square cut neck meant she just needed a glittering tiara to complete the royal look she deserves. Secretly, I want it to be Volare’s jewels placed upon her, Cass only wants Kallio’s. Being my Luna remains of no interest to her. I’m just in pants and a buttoned white shirt, bandages pressed over my shoulders after the shower left me bleeding again. Same as every other day except I feel like a king. Like a real Alpha. Quietly walking, just before the final door to grab whatever what might be left of breakfast Cass slowed. “Ayr, just wait a second. Before we go inside. Last night, some of the things I said…”

As the shrieks behind them turned into desperate, gurgling wails, Rhyzar’s wings sprouted from his back, and Caelia cast one last glance toward the king—not at the door, not at the suffering monsters behind it, but at the blush dusting the young ruler’s face as Caius stepped closer. “How old is Caius?” she asked as Rhyzar lifted her into his arms. “Eighteen,” he answered easily, without question. “He doesn’t have a dragon form, only wings, but he’s more than capable of handling this.” “Oh, good,” she murmured quietly. And then, with a powerful leap, they were airborne once more. Behind them, a mountain of white crystal scales shimmered in the fading light, following close behind. “Now,” Rhyz

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

He’s not backing down. “You don’t want to find out, trust me.” I make sure the coldness in my voice is still there. I am Rhett Reed, the future alpha of the Blackridge Pack—I can handle him. “Your little pepper spray stunt this morning?” I scoff. “Oh, trust me, I’ll fucking punish you for that.” Cassian smirks and moves even closer. I can feel his hot minty breath on my face as one hand touches my cheek slightly. “Punish me? I have a few ideas—”

Nothing more. "I am not nothing," I said. "I am Ravenna. Daughter of Kaelen and Elara. Mate of Cassian, Theron, and Lysander. Luna of Blackwood. And I am not alone." The bond blazed. Cassian raised his blade. Theron extended his claws. Lysander raised the dark dagger. The king's smile faltered. The bond, he said. You would use the bond against me. "We would use everything," Cassian said. "Every drop of blood. Every moment of love. Every sacrifice. We would burn ourselves out to stop you."