Cassian Rhysand Novels & Stories

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

- he says in just a whisper. Azael shakes his head maliciously. -Then tell me what I'm doing here- He shrugs- Will you talk now? It takes a few seconds before answering. -It is a trap. -This time the man no longer looks at Azael, he looks at me.- Lailah Gozt ... if I were you, I would abandon your mother, lose sight of Volkov and move to another country.- then he lets out a dry laugh, which looks more like a cough. I'm surprised you know who I am.- Harrison Tucson doesn't mess around with bullshit.

In the Raven palace, Irina's condition is so bleak. Her vitals are all dropping and the healers seem to lose hope of her survival. "Your highness King Cadmus, she might not live past this night. We should be prepared to live without our queen. We are so sad that we will lose our queen like this" the senior healer who seems to have developed an unhealthy dislike towards Valerie told the king. His name is Sanador. He has been serving the Raven clan for over two decades now. He is experienced and very popular for his skills in healing people whom no other healer can.

No one did. Lysandra was hunched in the far corner, barely clothed, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her eyes had lost color, once sharp and cunning, now glassy and vacant. The walls around her were streaked with blood and scratches, her nails torn and broken. When she saw Giovanni, she flinched. Actually flinched. She crawled backward, away from the light, into the shadows. “Lysandra…” I stepped in slowly. Giovanni placed a hand on my arm. “She doesn’t know you. She doesn't remember you, does not remember anyone. I don't even think she remembers herself. This is the best part about it being able to reshape them.”

I said and went back to being disorganized. For the first time in years, I'd never felt bad about treating Enemies, hacking, and being the No 1 of a particular organization. " I'll look for her myself," I said and stood up from the office to drive home. " Mr Cassian, the car key, I'll drive you home," he said while walking towards me. " I'll drive myself, you can end the day's work," I said but he insisted. " Leave me alone," I said this time harder almost with a growl.

"Mother refused Victor our father once. She was locked in the east wing for a month. Said it was ‘for her own good.’" She stayed there till she accepted the proposal. It felt like a cycle. Lysandra’s breath hitched. "Then why don’t you stop it? You run the empire now." “Not yet Lysandra. I am still young to run it. But a day will come when I will.” "And also because Grandma owns the trust," <<< ✦ >>> The Drevane children understood early: Cassian was the heir—trained to be cold, precise, a ledger with a pulse.

Cassius froze, his cigarette glowing bright orange as he stared down at my skinny, shivering form. He reached out, his bare hand wrapping around my small jaw, his ice-cold thumb wiping the wetness from my skin with a sudden, possessive roughness that made my core throb. "I am a prince of the dark, Lyra; nobody forces me to do anything, and if I want to burn a wolf keep for your amusement, I will." My breath hitched at the freezing, electric sensation of his touch, my wet center tightening against my clothes as his possessive scent flooded my senses. "I cannot pay you back for the blood-gems, Cassius; I have no inheritance."

"My papa agreed it was good." Rhysian nodded. "My papa also agreed," he said, which was slightly different but Rhysand let it pass. "What's your last name?" Rhysand asked. "Larsen," Rhysian said. "Rhysian Larsen. What's yours?" "Rhysand—" He paused. He used both Archer and the version without a last name depending on context, and he knew this, and he'd been taught carefully enough to know which situations called for which version, though he wasn't always entirely certain why. "Just Rhysand," he said.

"Cain is one of Lord Lyros's renowned warrior Lycans. He and Rhys are.... friends." "He didn't sound like they were." In a moment I am transported back to that place with Cain, under the moonlight, and with his lips a soft touch on mine. And then back with Rhys, under showers and hells... I'm so fucked up. Fenrir Dragmir waits for more information but I don't offer up any more. When the stare becomes too piercing, I look away. "Just say it, Adelaide. Anything that can help us right now will be beneficial."