Cassian Novels & Stories

Stefano shouted. “No!” I barked, throwing an arm out to stop him. “Stand down!” Stefano froze a few yards away, eyes wide with confusion. “What the hell are you doing? He’s” “He’s Cassian,” I said, “My Cassian.” Stefano’s face shifted from shock to disbelief, but he lowered his weapon slightly even though he didn't understand what I was saying Cassian laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed across the empty yard. “Same Old Daneim still giving orders, I see, and pretending you’re the hero. You burned me alive and left me behind, and all you have is sorry?”

And so did enemies. The Silver Creek envoys stood in ceremonial black when we entered. Three men. Two old enough to remember my father. One younger. Dangerous-eyed. I recognized him. Cassian. Matthias’s adviser. Snake in noble skin. His gaze landed on Liora. A smile curved. Mocking. “My lady lives.” Liora’s voice could have cut stone. “Disappointed?” Good. Let him bleed first. Cassian bowed shallowly. “To business then.”

Without offering another word, he turned away and moved toward the open exit. "Hold on..." I rasped, my throat burning as I braced myself against the nearby counter, staring at his retreating form. "Who... who the hell are you?" Cassian halted right at the doorway, the brilliant, chaotic glare of the stadium spotlights creating a stark silhouette around his frame. He turned his head slightly, peering at me over his shoulder with a chilling expression. "My name is Cassian," he replied, his voice dangerously elegant and elite. "I am the proprietor of the premier auction house in Paris. And as of right now, I am the man who holds t

"I was told the Northern Divide raised wolves, not some simpleton of a stray dogs chasing royal carriages through the mud. You look half-dead, barbarian. Step back." Cassian. The name rolled through the silence, entirely unfamiliar to my mind, yet my chest twitched at the sound of it, a tight ache blossoming right behind my ribs. "I am half-dead," Cassian growled, taking a heavy, thundering step into the ruined carriage. The iron floorboards groaned beneath his weight. "Which means I don't have enough blood left in me to care about your court titles." He looked past Kaelen's shoulder. For a fraction of a second, those wild silve

Beside her, Lucian moved like a shadow himself, his broadsword shearing through heads and limbs with lethal, rhythmic elegance. A massive stalker, twice the size of the others, burst through the cloud of ash, its glass mandibles snapping directly toward Kira’s flank while her blade was parried. "Kira!" Cassian didn't have magic, but he had two hundred pounds of broad muscle and unbroken wolf fury. He stepped into the creature's path, grabbing its glass jaw with his bare gauntlets. Muscles tearing and teeth grinding, Cassian ripped the creature’s head sideways, twisting its neck until the crystal spine snapped with a thunderous c

The ranks of the desert wolf riders suddenly parted, forming a clear lane down the center. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward from the gates, supported heavily on either side by two high-ranking Southern captains. He wore a heavy, golden-embroidered cloak over his dark armor, but his posture was stooped, his face sickly pale beneath his tan skin, and his breathing harsh and labored. It was Warlord Cassian. Ten years ago, he had been a legendary warrior capable of dueling Damon to a standstill on the cliffs of the Obsidian Ridge. Now, as he shuffled toward us, he looked like a shadow of his former self.

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

“You have no idea. Someone in the castle has been generous enough to bring me some every day, and I want to find them and give them a big kiss. They are amazing. I just love them whoever they are.” The moment these words left my lips, Cassius stopped and clutched my neck in a bruising grip that he almost choked me. “Who was he? Give me his name? And how long has been he providing for you?” He growled into my face and my body ignited with lust when his eyes turned gold. I suppressed a moan and licked my lips. “Why did you assume that they are a he? Maybe they are a woman who has a crush on me or something.”

The one who shattered my control and walked out like it hadn’t meant a goddamn thing. I scrubbed the clip back, zeroed in on the still frame. Froze it. Zoomed in until the pixels blurred. But even through the grain, I could see it, that defiance, raw and unfiltered. That mouth. The one that spit fire and tasted like trouble. That mouth that told me, I don’t care what you want. My chest clenched. Not with emotion. With focus. The comm panel on my desk beeped. Cassian stepped in, smooth as always, dressed in obsidian. He carried a folder in one hand and the quiet certainty of a man who never came empty-handed.

She collapsed into his arms, a ragdoll of skin and blood. Odessa stood in the doorway, arms crossed, gaze unreadable. “You’ve got her. Let’s move.” But the hallway spoke before Rio could. “Going so soon?” The voice was syrupy and slow, thick with menace. Cassian stood at the end of the corridor. Tall. Coiled. His blood-red silk shirt clung to a lean frame like second skin. His grin gleamed under slicked-back hair. Two fledglings stood beside him, eyes glowing red like coals pulled from a dying fire.