Cassian Azriel Rhysand Novels & Stories

Until I get the Truth out from you, I won't let you go," he said pressing back the lash on his body, strip after strip, lash after lash, his body tore to the extent that I could see the flesh of his body tear open and unable to speak anymore, he only watched in misery. And despite my screams, the lashes didn't stop one bit, he continued tirelessly. " I'm sorry princess, my father mouthed as the last lash split his throat open, a streak of tears fell from his face and I watched in terror as blood gushed out from his body. " You still aren't going to tell me right," he said walking over to my mother, who had already fallen to the ground from the exhaustion of her crying. " You have to believe

-CASSIAN LANCASTER- "YOU LOOK LIKE you are being sent to a death sentence." Cassian Lancaster, the famous warrior alpha, snorted. "Shut up, Ryan." He said, adjusting his sleeves. "I am your Beta and best friend, Cassian," The blonde man called Ryan said with a lopsided smile. "I have seen you through many things, I have seen the look on your face before every war we have fought together... and I must say, your face today is worse than any of those days."

“There might be something I can look into. I need to understand how this even happened.” He paused, fingers drumming against his cane. “At first, I thought maybe it was just her survival instinct kicking in. But the way she handled that brute and then Harrison…” He shook his head, half in disbelief, half in awe. “My sweet, quiet Aria. She was always fragile. Soft-spoken. I didn’t think she had this in her.” Cassian’s lips curved faintly. “You’re not the only one surprised.” A beat of silence passed before Archie’s tone shifted, quieter and heavier. “Cassian,” he began, “I need a favor.”

Cassian said. "I believe you," Adrian said. "Good," Cassian said, and they went to bed, and the house was fuller than it had been, and neither of them wanted it any other way. Author's note: "The sandwich shape is important." Cassian Nyx, Demon Lord of the known world, has learned the most important lesson of his three centuries: TRIANGLES. Also Lyanna casually dropping "he knows we talk about them" — five years old and already the most emotionally intelligent person in the room.

The room was still quiet. "Nathan bring her here! " he said. Cassie looked at Nathan like a scared bunny. "Come on Cassie, the King request our presents." Nathan said. Taking Cassie by the hand. "As you were the vampire king told everyone."Cassie and Nathan bowed again as they stood before Raldor the Vampire King. "My king may I present to you my wife Cassie, " Nathan said. Raldor took Cassie's hand and kissed the back of it.

Confusion flickered across her face, but she didn't argue. "What is his name?" she asked, gesturing toward me. The demon's black eyes glittered. "His name is Cassian Rhys. But we know him more as the High Prince Kassariel of the Court of Lust." The words settled into me like stones dropped into still water. He told the truth. That was one truth confirmed. Which meant he'd only told one lie so far or could only tell a lie after this. Unless he was playing games within games. I had one question left. One chance.

" But I hold back. Phill would start throwing things at me, I saw how he looks at me. I look back at the man lying on the ground thinking that two more children have been left without a father in the world, and my heartaches. What Azael has done is very unfair. Without thinking, I open the door and follow him. Scott, Phill, and Kya don't bother to stop me. I take out my gun in case someone is alive in the corridors and pay my full attention in case I have to defend myself. Finally, I successfully go outside and find Azael leaning on the warehouse's metal fence, smoking a cigar and expelling the smoke through his mouth. Wow, he's back to smoking. -Do you have no regrets? -shouted him. His fac

The one with the eyes that went red when he looked at me. “What—what happened?” I stammer, my hands trembling as I push myself back. “Where’s Betty? Who…who are you? Did…did you touch me?” He scoffs, like my panic amuses him. “Tempting,” he says, his voice low and smooth, “but that’s not my thing.” My stomach tightens. If anything, his calm makes me angrier. And more terrified. “I’m Rhysand,” he continues, stepping closer, each movement deliberate. He presses a kiss to my knuckle. “Vampire prince. And your mate.”

He didn't look like a King; he looked like a man who had just found a stranger in his house. "The Northern Beta," Rhys said, circling the table. He stopped right behind me, his hand resting on the back of my chair, a heavy, suffocating weight. "I was told you were coming, but I didn't think you'd be in such a hurry to reach the West Tier. Most diplomats start at the main hall." "I’m not a diplomat, Rhys," Caïn said, standing up slowly. He didn't flinch at Rhys’s Alpha aura. "I’m here for my Alpha."

Cassian smiled and slowly responded, “Your Majesty, there is a saying in Aria: 'Enter Aria and do not return home until you have met Ethan Caelan.'” Valerius raised an eyebrow, asking softly, “Ethan Caelan?” Cassian respectfully nodded, his eyes reflecting admiration. “He is the fourth prince of Aria, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, hailed as the most talented scholar of Aria.” “The most talented scholar of Aria?” Valerius repeated, his tone laced with astonishment and curiosity.