Romans & histoires Cassian Azriel Rhysand

Xeros Romanov Governing werewolf packs and hunting rogues took a lot more time than one would expect. The Alphas didn't give me a hard time, but the rogues did. I had no strength to question the ones in the dungeon; all they did was froth at the mouth and snarl at me. I wasn't in the mood to kill anything out of anger. Anakin was exhausted with the paperwork, and so was I. Anakin almost clawed my eyes out in frustration at how many times I had spaced out, thinking of Cassie.

Kian “Where is he?” “Basement boss,” Roscoe said, leading the way. I grabbed the metal bat when I walked through the door and looked at him. “Really? You fucking thought trying to kill while having a meeting with me was wise. Volkov?” I hit his legs with the bat; I could hear the crunching, but I couldn’t fucking care less. I was Kian Zane Arreas. Heir to the fucking Arreas Empire, and no one was going to fuck with me and what my family built.

"My papa agreed it was good." Rhysian nodded. "My papa also agreed," he said, which was slightly different but Rhysand let it pass. "What's your last name?" Rhysand asked. "Larsen," Rhysian said. "Rhysian Larsen. What's yours?" "Rhysand—" He paused. He used both Archer and the version without a last name depending on context, and he knew this, and he'd been taught carefully enough to know which situations called for which version, though he wasn't always entirely certain why. "Just Rhysand," he said.

Some listened, some laughed, but it never changed anything. Cassius still shined. The boys who once played with him grew distant for a while, but it never lasted. The girls never cared at all. They flocked to Cassius without hesitation, even the ones who rejected Raze without a second glance. It burned, it humiliated him. In Raze’s eyes, Cassius Vale was nothing but a commoner who had been given everything he never deserved. And when he finally found his mate, he thought things would change. He thought he would finally have something that belonged to him, something Cassius could not take.

Cassian Ravenhart stood with his arms crossed, the stolen Shadow Crown resting atop his dark hair, its pale stones pulsing with corrupted violet energy. "How pathetic, High King!" Cassian’s voice boomed down from the cliff, amplified by dark magic. "You brought a flock of sheep into a slaughterhouse! Did you truly think you could march through my northern border unpunished?" "Cassian!" Lysander roared, stepping his stallion forward, his stormy grey eyes blazing with murderous rage. "Come down here and face me, traitor! Leave the civilians out of this!" "Traitor?" Cassian laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed off the stone walls. "I am the executioner of the old world, brother! These sh

“And gave me them.” Three Alphas, Arya says, as if still trying to wrap her mind around it. Cassian, Rowan, Elias. And Kevin, a Beta, but strong enough to stand among them. Four souls tied to us. Four hearts we already feel pulling closer. I lean against the tree, letting the bark dig into my back, grounding me. “Cassian is fire. He’s sharp and steady, and when he looks at me, I feel like I’m being measured and chosen at once. Rowan… Rowan carries the weight of everyone’s hunger and still manages to smile. I hear it in his voice when he cooks—it’s his way of caring. And Elias…”

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

“Right, how can I worry when I have a doctor with me?“ Benna asked, a deep laughter escaping his lips, and then turning to me, he said, ''You know you came at the right time, Yezus. Casino consession will be in a month, and I really want you to be there beside me. I know you think that I am hurting you, but someday in the future, you'll see that all that I am doing is for your own good.“ My own good? I wanted to spill out that question. How was that for my own good? It was for his own good, for goodness sake! I was just there to show the world that he was an angel. Even though he got rid of my mother and uncle, who were werewolf enemies, he still felt sympathy toward me and took me in with t

So she made her way towards the other end of the table. Balthasar and Tasha are glaring at Valerie. Even Balthasar wanted to marry his daughter to the Raven prince. The Raven's are the richest and the most powerful clan. Maintaining a good relationship with Raphael will be profitable for him. But Valerie came and is ruining his plans. He doesn't want to offend the Raven prince, but his hatred for the Ernest princess made him lose control of his temper.

No one did. Lysandra was hunched in the far corner, barely clothed, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her eyes had lost color, once sharp and cunning, now glassy and vacant. The walls around her were streaked with blood and scratches, her nails torn and broken. When she saw Giovanni, she flinched. Actually flinched. She crawled backward, away from the light, into the shadows. “Lysandra…” I stepped in slowly. Giovanni placed a hand on my arm. “She doesn’t know you. She doesn't remember you, does not remember anyone. I don't even think she remembers herself. This is the best part about it being able to reshape them.”