Cassian Rhysand Novels & Stories

This was the perfect moment for Cassian to introduce himself. “I am Cassian Arkhavel. Son of King Arkhavel, brother to Kardor and a former military doctor.” Veyran Doskh extended a hand to Cassian. “A medical doctor with magic hands.” I almost laughed at that. Veyran Doskh really looked impressed. “You are really King Arkhavel’s son?” “The charming one.” Cassian replied. Suddenly a knock sounded on the door, one of the royal healers stepped inside holding a folded paper.

My father’s Beta, Elijah, didn’t have a male heir, so I didn’t have to worry about bloodlines, thank the Goodess. Cassian is ruthless, merciless, and something to be feared. You wouldn’t know it just by looking at him, but it didn’t take much for it to come out full force. When my dad stepped aside and allowed me to take his place on the throne, I knew I’d need someone like Cassian in my corner. Someone willing to put everything on the line for his King, for his friend, and for his brother. That’s what I consider him. A brother, a friend. Someone who knows what lurks beyond the towering mountains south of Moorn where that mythical river disappears into the mist, and the very reason I have to

He says holding his hand to his chest. "What's your wolf's name?" I ask curiously. "Canis.. You should name yours Canisa. You know it'll be cool if our wolves had matching names.." He says with a smirk. "Canisa isn't even a creative name. It sounds awful." I say with a laugh and his face falls in a frown which only makes me laugh more. "What does your wolf look like..?" I question him. "Wouldn't you like to know..." He says as the gates to his mansion open up.

I snarled at him in anger, “You betrayed all of us. You betrayed my trust in you. I don’t know you anymore.” “That’s it, Cassy? After I saved your life so many times?” he frowned at me wincing, “This is what you will pay for me after everything I did?!” “I ever asked you—” “If it wasn’t for me, you are already dead by now, Cassandra!” he snarled on my face. His grip on my wrists tightened until I winced in pain, “I got you out of the dungeon and saved you from Sandra and the elders of the Black Haw Pack when they wanted to throw you out as a rogue! I killed Sandra for you, Cass! I saved you from Flavius men—”

"Thank you for your honesty, maid," he said, his voice dripping with authority. "You have served your kingdom well today." With a dismissive wave of his hand, he signaled for her to leave. As the maid hurried out of the chamber, Sylvian remained, a silent witness to the unfolding drama. Roberick's mind churned with thoughts of how to confront Salena and what actions to take next. The dominos had begun to fall, and the kingdom's fate hung in the balance, driven by secrets, manipulation, and the dangerous desires of those who sought power in the forbidden glade.

The man’s golden eyes gleamed slightly. “The Blood Moon wolf has awakened.” A murmur rippled through the warriors. Varek’s voice hardened. “State your name.” The stranger looked back at him. “Cassian.” Selene’s eyes widened slightly. “Cassian?” Kael glanced at her. “You know him?” Selene nodded slowly. “I’ve heard stories.” Lyra whispered, “That’s never a good sign.” Varek crossed his arms. “You’re a long way from your territory.” Cassian shrugged casually.

“Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs. “Well, well,” she asked, wearing a fake smile on her face. “I was hearing strange noises coming from the lowest rank’s room. What are you hiding in here, Annie?” I was short of words. I held Laman tighter, wishing he would not growl. “It is nothing that concerns you.” Cassandra stepped closer, sniffing the air. “Thes

“Ran out of the mountain, I see.” Cassian stepped in front of Elidra. His shoulders were set, but Elidra could see the tremor in his hands, the slight shake of exhaustion. He had no wolf to call on, no mate-bond to draw strength from. He was just a man, standing between her and the end. “Let her go,” Cassian said, his voice steady despite everything. “Take me. Silas wants me too, doesn’t he? For the spectacle. Let her walk away.”

Cassian Wilder. He stepped into the torchlight with the swagger of a king who believed the crown already his. His frame was tall, broad, cloaked in a wolfskin blackened at the edges. His hair was silver at the temples, catching the firelight, but his eyes—those feral, icy eyes—were shards of winter. The crowd snarled. Cassian didn’t so much as flinch. His gaze swept over them with contempt, as though they were ants gnashing at the boots of a predator. Then his eyes landed on Lena.

"You will be returned to Varkas soon enough, where my mother will be waiting for you." The thought of her shock, her tears, made my pulse race with dark delight. She had stolen my place once. Now I would take everything from her. Again. I knew she wanted Vincent and I took him. Now, I was about to take someone else that she desired. Cassian might resist at first. I had seen the horror in his eyes during the meeting. But men like him could be bent, molded, seduced. His power would shield me, and in return, I would give him heirs, alliances, and nights that would erase any memory of Aurora.