Cassian Novels & Stories

“Bravo.” Cassian strolled up beside us, still clapping. He was dressed in deep blue, cut to fit him perfectly, and his golden hair fell loose and gleaming over his shoulders. The girls along the wall turned to watch him cross the floor. He didn’t seem to notice them. His eyes were on Liana. “Not a single misstep,” he said. “I’d say my lesson paid off.” Liana flushed. I didn’t let go of her hand.

Before he could answer, a deep voice came from behind the gates. “By me.” I turned. A man walked toward us. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black. His dark hair moved slightly in the cold wind. His eyes were the color of winter storms. Every warrior around him lowered their head. Alpha King Cassian. He stopped a few feet away. His gaze moved over me. Not hungrily. Not suspiciously. Almost as if he were confirming something he had known for years. Then his eyes fell to the moonstone beneath my collar.

The tall man stepped into the warm firelight, looking at Tahlia with absolute disdain before turning his cold, piercing eyes toward me. "She didn't do you a favor, Banjo," the man said, his deep, commanding voice echoing through the quiet chalet. "And you are not the last Vance standing. My name is Cassian Kael... and I've come to take back what you stole from my family."

she said and ran to unlock the door, with a bit of a hop in her step. The three guys walked in perfect sync you'd think they rehearsed it. I was really looking forward to asking why they'd wanted me to see Christ this early. As they took off their face caps, I could only recognize Micah and Simon. Micah was my cousin Brylee's boyfriend and Simon was a friend of his I'd seen around a lot, I couldn't put a name to the third one and he put the HANDSOME in handsome, dammit. He walked over to the couch adjacent to mine and plopped down. I didn't want to give off a bad vibe so I continued tapping away on my phone as I had been doing before they scared the shit out of me, but not after giving him a

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

“We argued… Leone and I. He left and drove off without waiting. Not quite long, the rain started. I couldn’t stay at the bar. It was too dark, too dangerous. I had no choice but to walk.” He leaned back, his jaw tightening. Silence hung for a moment before he spoke again. “I see. So he left you alone.” I nodded. He didn’t press further. Instead, he gave a small smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “My name is Cassian. I don't know if I introduced myself the last time we met, and I am the palace healer.” I managed a small nod. “I know who you are.” He stood up suddenly. “You’ll sleep in my room tonight. It’s warmer there.”

He looks to be in his mid-twenties, with soft golden curls and blue eyes concealed behind square, thick-rimmed glasses. “Leanna, this is Cassian Vayne. He’s Jerry’s nephew. Cassian works in my intelligence division, and he will be the face of the task force.” Cassian beams at me, a dimple showing in his right cheek. “Thrilled to meet you, Leanna. My uncle talks about you a lot.” He reaches out to shake my hand, and Cedric growls, “Put that hand down.” “Cedric!” I hiss. He huffs and looks away, a scowl on his face.

He was someone who would slide a meal toward you without a word. But I also knew better than to mistake that for softness. I had seen him in the yard once, standing over a slave who had spat at Lord Cardan’s name. Cassian’s blows had been fast, precise, and terrifying. His loyalty to the Lord was fierce. And that was the dangerous part.

“I’m sorry, Cynthia. That must’ve been…” “Painful,” she finishes, smiling faintly. “Yes. But she died with honor. I survived. She did what wolves do; she protected her own. I carry her courage even if I can’t hear her voice anymore.” I’m about to say something when the sound of footsteps echoes through the penthouse. Heavy. Familiar. My heart jumps before I even see him. Cassian. He walks in, looking like sin and salvation rolled into one. He’s dressed simply, in black pants and a white shirt that clings to every hard line of his body, and that predatory confidence that could melt steel. His frosty blue eyes find me instantly, and the world just… stops.

Chaos and bloodbaths, and screams of pain and command merged with the deafening roar of automatic weapons, moonlight cast an eerie glow on the battlefield where glints of broken glass and pools of blood illuminated the face of senior member of the Giupere Greg gang, Giupere Greg, who yelled out orders to his men. His voice was barely able to cut through the cacophony as he shouted out, "Hold the line! Don't let them push us back any further!