Cassian Azriel Rhysand Novels & Stories

His eyes were the deepest shade of green and they were staring right at me. I don't know how I haven't passed out yet. "Hello there, gorgeous. My name is Azza but Xander calls me Az." He smirked when Alexander shot him a glare. He seemed to have a thick accent and I couldn't tell where it was from. Probably hell. Unironically. He extended his hand for me to shake. "What are you?" I asked him while looking at his black wings with awe. Is he a fallen angel like Alexander? I shook his hand for some weird reason, probably the alcohol.

Cassian steps half forward, alpha aura flaring into a suffocating wall of iron pressure that makes even Sandra's braided hair stir faint in the sudden current. "You address Matriarch Wren Sutter." His voice drops low enough to rattle the terrace stones underfoot. "Ruler of the unified Blue Ridge, Commander of the Nullborn Vanguard." His grey eyes narrow hard. "Check your tongue, Emissary, before you lose the privilege of using it." Sandra doesn't flinch, though behind her two guards' hands drift instinctive toward the curved pommels of sheathed scimitars.

Elena whispered, her silver blade flashing in the amber light of the enemy fires. From the dark shadows of the ravine trail, twenty black-clad hunters materialized from the fog, their steel plate armor reflecting the eerie, corpse-like glow of the chemical fire. In the center of the line, his silver cloak untouched by the driving sleet, stood Cassian Vale. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin glass vial filled with a silver-veined fluid—the precise extraction compound of the King's blood-smiths.

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.

Azrael felt she swirled into another unknown dimension but in reality, she is just carried by someone. She looked at the one who lets her go and it was Rogziel. In a group of five brothers, you can easily distinguish who Rogziel is because of his charcoal black hair that strands fall on his face, droopy nose, and thin mouth. He looked at Azrael with his amber eyes, that doesn’t give you a clue what he was about to say or what he actually feels.

The land of Avondale was no longer marred by inequality and suffering; it had transformed into a bastion of love and justice. Cynthia, a young woman of extraordinary beauty and wisdom, arrived at the castle during these transformative years. Her heart was as compassionate as Roberick's, and she was deeply drawn to the kingdom's principles of love and justice. Roberick and Cynthia's meeting and the love that would soon bloom between them marked not only the union of two hearts but also the convergence of love and wisdom in the kingdom.

Their voices wove together in a hypnotic, velvety chant, my name echoing through the air in a flawless, rhythmic cadence that was almost melodic – a dark, haunting ballad that sent shivers coursing down my spine. Raziel materialized beside me, his movements eerily silent. He carefully raised my hand to his lips, his kiss sent a shiver through me. Then, in a gesture that left me taken aback, he bowed deeply, his golden locks inclined in a show of deference. Instead of Raziel reigning by my side, it was as if he was bound to serve me. As he straightened, he fell into step behind me, positioning himself off to my right, a subtle yet unmistakable acknowledgment of my dominance.

Roy responds. “I’ve never seen a hellhound before,” Lyson says, running a hand through his long black hair. He is the youngest with pale blue eyes and he seems more friendly. I was able to click with him and have a normal chat, unlike the older males. They are all handsome but not as handsome as Roy. I frown, squashing those thoughts. This shouldn’t be the direction my thoughts should take. “Trust me, you don’t want to run into one. They are more powerful than any shifter and it was by luck that we managed to escape. I would probably be dead if not for the Princess, she saved my life," Roy mutters, meeting my gaze.

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.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)