Cassian Novels & Stories

Leo the bartender, an older man with neat salt-and-pepper hair and a knack for reading moods, slid him a glass of scotch without being asked. “Found her, then?” he said, drying a tumbler. Cassian took a sip before answering. “Yeah.” Leo raised an eyebrow. “So? Is she the one?” Cassian’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “Yes… and no.” Leo stilled. “What the hell does that mean?” Cassian leaned in, elbows on the bar, like he was finally admitting something to himself.“She’s the girl. The one who went head-to-head with Lucian the other day.”

“There’s nothing you can do. I bought you, and I have no intention of letting you go.” “I don’t understand… I’m not someone important; I’m just an ordinary club employee.” Cassian’s laughter echoed through the room. “You keep underestimating yourself, little squirrel.” He set his glass on the side table and walked toward me. I took a step back, my back hitting the locked door. My chest tightened, my breathing quickened as my heart pounded harder in my chest. The heat of his large body enveloped me. Cassian was a very tall man, taller than Liam or my boyfriend, Daniel. His chest was broad, his arms powerfully built, and that tatt

Still appeared to have secrets between its walls. The guard let us in. And there he was. Cassian. Standing on the grand steps like some cursed prince in a modern gothic novel. All black suit, sharp angles, and indifference. “Morning, ladies,” he said, voice cool but crisp. Selena raised her hand. “Morning, murder-face.” I elbowed her. “Behave, Sel,” I whispered. “What,” she said. “He would be a really hot killer.” Cassian’s gaze flicked to me. “We’ll begin walkthrough revisions in an hour. But first…”

Soren. Cassian's former beta. The wolf who had served Marcus for years, who had helped Iris smuggle me food, who had left the door to the locked room unlocked. The wolf who had betrayed us to the shadow, who had taken Kaelen from the manor, who had died in the mountain fissure—or so we thought.

he said firmly. "Take him with you" Dubois placed a hand around Adrian's shoulder "He's a son" he chuckled and Adrian gave a polite smile. Cassian, the man Adrian was assigned to cast a stern gaze on him. ~Night Cassian got out a black car and Adrian came out from the other side. "Watch carefully" Cassian slid his hands into black leather gloves before approaching the building. Cassian was a long time son of Dubois. He was trusted with elimination projects and surely strong.

"Fierce boundaries, Master. I yield." "Keep your distance. Your remarks regarding Kaia are testing my restraint." Cassian is the only high-born vampire who could survive such insolence, solely because we have fought side-by-side through centuries of territorial wars. He is my closest confidant, privy to every dark secret I harbor, including my hollow, empty trysts with the palace thralls. "My apologies, Lucien."

“I will never marry your sister. Mira Hale is my future. Not Seraphine. Never Seraphine.” Cassian tilted his head. His gold eyeshadow glittered despite the overcast sky. “Never say never,” he said after a moment. He stood and walked to the window with his glass, looking out over the city. “It’s a long three days out there,” he said. “And she is the weakest fighter on the list, isn’t she? For three days, she’ll be out there with novice medical knowledge and a cat for a bodyguard.” He snorted. “I would hate for her to have an accident. But as you well know after last night—accidents do happen.”

"But I have a full schedule. Cassian has me on a training plan through the Dominance Trials." "Cassian Virex." Cain said his name with a kind of quiet consideration, like he was filing something. "Yes, I've noticed his particular interest in you." He tilted his head. "Though I wonder sometimes whether that arrangement serves you or simply serves him." "I'm managing fine."

“And when the Supernatural-king-slash-supernatural-CEO says no, apparently we say ‘yes sir.’” I groan. “I hate him.” Richard gives me a look that says liar. Emmanuel tosses me a granola bar. “Eat. You’ll need strength to fight off all the crazy today.” I open it, chewing angrily. “What crazy?” Richard gestures at the door. Cassain is standing outside. Leaning against his car like a sin with a pulse. Black shirt stretched over muscles. Tattoo glinting on his forearm. Hair is still wet from a shower. Eyes glowing faint gold like he barely slept.

I hate Cassian Voss, the hockey star who replaced my injured brother and became my family’s sworn enemy. So when he offers to save my dying hockey foundation, I’m stunned by his price. Marry me for one year. I agree because I have no choice. I sign because the clock is ticking. And I stay, even when his father tries to buy me off, my own family stops speaking to me, and every kind thing Cassian does makes me wonder what he really wants from me. Because Cassian is gentle when he should be cruel. He’s charming when he should be cold. And he’s hiding something he refuses to explain. Falling for