Cassian Azriel Rhysand Novels & Stories

“I speak as if she will be. And I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and I am glad that the two of us managed to stand in a ground where we can truly and fully agree on.” As I left the hall, my thoughts were already elsewhere, threads tightening, pieces sliding into place. A missing rogue. An Alpha willing to sell his own blood. And a man who would burn the world before letting her fall. And an enemy who just so happened to be attached to that little wrench. Perfect. The game was finally becoming interesting.

He knew that he had lost Ariel , but he hoped she wasn't lost forever. Layla and Ariel appeared in Layla's house and the both of them smiled. They finally had the staff, the golden one and the book too. Ariel carried the staff delicately and she stared at it in admiration. She was happy that she had Damien 's golden staff. The golden staff and book generate powers upon the Alpha and every pack has it, except for a Rogue's pack, but now that they had his, it will be more difficult to defeat the Alpha of the Rogues. It will be very hard to defeat the Rogue's Alpha.

a voice sliced the air, calm and almost taunting, Azriel's, from three years buried deep. ‎Cassian's blood iced. "You," he spat, twisting to glare. Azriel came out first, tall and still beautiful, black shirt stretched over his lean muscle, eyes locked like a predator's. Orion slinked beside him, seductive look hiding the storm, jeans hugging his hips, gaze raking Cassian's bare chest, lingering on the sweat beading down to his waistband. ‎ ‎"How?" Cassian roared, yanking ropes till they chewed deeper. "I set you free. Gave you cash, power, lives. Get out of my house!"

The forest held its breath. Lena’s pulse pounded as the figure stepped forward, his dark robes flowing like liquid shadow. He moved with an unnatural grace, as if he wasn’t entirely bound by the laws of this world. The flickering firelight cast his features into sharp relief—high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes that were nothing but swirling voids. The Rift surged inside her, responding to his presence. Cassian was in front of her before she could blink, his sword drawn, his stance rigid with battle-readiness. “Who the hell are you?”

the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster. "Elish doesn't be too foolish to believe in the Raziel ... Take care of our Aysha; she is very naive... Ciel is a good person... you should value him more... Ah, at least were you who ended this torment... I can die in peace now..." Ariet voice was too soft and let a warm sensation, but every few phrases, he vomited blood, that is a painful image.

He is Athesmos after all, the ruler of Dark Castles and the conqueror of death itself. "My Lord," Dylan called as he walked into his Master's battle room. A room where the best armors worn in each battle the king had ever embarked on were laid peacefully. "Finally, something refreshing." Xrysos stood up from his golden seat to go hug his Chief Warrior. "News my lord." Dylan laughed as their hug came to an end. "Pray tell. I've waited long enough." Xrysos ordered that wine be poured for them. "Gouria is a cousin to Lord Athesmos."

No, that couldn’t be possible. That alpha was known for being brutal and bloodthirsty. How was it even possible that the man who was driving me mad was him? "Listen," Trixie continued, ignoring my confusion. "Silas is a powerful ally for you. Especially with your wanting to reclaim your place in Caelum." Frowning, I continued to try to make sense of all of this. So this was what Silas meant when he said that he was a better choice. Even if Alphonze was supposed to be the greatest Alpha of his time, he was nothing compared to the snake of Crimson Tides.

His eyes were fixed on his assassin Alpha and his beta, he knew that it would be his part to become Alpha considering that Knox had no heir or family. “Who?” “The Lycan, his name is Alpha Alaric, and you can check for proof that I wouldn’t do it.” Alessandro said. His eyes were fixed on the assassins that cornered the grounds, and I took a deep breath, knowing that things were going to be exhausting on Aurora if she held onto the barrier for a long while. “We are in a war against the hunters…” “We always have been.” He said, stopping Alessandro. “Only this time we have the Lycan and one of the rogue packs. Lucius.” I said, looking at Ryker who frowned.

“No” But before she could finish, the ground erupted beneath them. Magic lines flared, traps. Chains of flame shot up, wrapping around Seryna and Rhian. Nova raised her sword, slashing down black tendrils. From the smoke stepped a figure in gold and bone armor, Darion. Cassia’s breath caught. He hadn’t aged. Still smooth, still cruel, still perfect in his monstrous beauty. “You came,” he said, his voice smooth like honeyed ash. “I always keep promises,” Cassia replied.

“Ran out of the mountain, I see.” Cassian stepped in front of Elidra. His shoulders were set, but Elidra could see the tremor in his hands, the slight shake of exhaustion. He had no wolf to call on, no mate-bond to draw strength from. He was just a man, standing between her and the end. “Let her go,” Cassian said, his voice steady despite everything. “Take me. Silas wants me too, doesn’t he? For the spectacle. Let her walk away.”