Cassian Rhysand Novels & Stories

“That means nothing to me.” “I know.” I flashed her a grin. “But it will. You’ll like David Tennant the most.” “Okay, again, no idea what you’re on about, but I feel personally attacked for some reason.” “No, no, it’s not a bad thing. Just the obvious choice.” Her eyebrows shot up. “You think I’d pick the obvious choice? Me?” I shot her a look. “Definitely. I read A Court of Thorns and Roses after you went on about it so much, and Rhysand, while a good choice of favourite character, is so clearly the obvious choice. I like Cassian.”

Nothing more. "I am not nothing," I said. "I am Ravenna. Daughter of Kaelen and Elara. Mate of Cassian, Theron, and Lysander. Luna of Blackwood. And I am not alone." The bond blazed. Cassian raised his blade. Theron extended his claws. Lysander raised the dark dagger. The king's smile faltered. The bond, he said. You would use the bond against me. "We would use everything," Cassian said. "Every drop of blood. Every moment of love. Every sacrifice. We would burn ourselves out to stop you."

Elias Clarkson POV So this was the man. Rhysand Warner. The very one my father had shown deep interest in from the very beginning, wishing to ally with him. My gaze flickered across his chiseled face, expressive eyes, down to his fitted suit. Apart from his handsome face, there was nothing remarkable about him. He looked subpar at best. "Mr. Elias Clarkson?" he called, reaching out for a handshake. "I'm Rhysand. Rhysand Warner."

The one with the eyes that went red when he looked at me. “What—what happened?” I stammer, my hands trembling as I push myself back. “Where’s Betty? Who…who are you? Did…did you touch me?” He scoffs, like my panic amuses him. “Tempting,” he says, his voice low and smooth, “but that’s not my thing.” My stomach tightens. If anything, his calm makes me angrier. And more terrified. “I’m Rhysand,” he continues, stepping closer, each movement deliberate. He presses a kiss to my knuckle. “Vampire prince. And your mate.”

Anders pulled me next to him, wrapping his arm around me. “Who else is over there?” She asked, looking over the group. I turned and looked over at the group. Most were engaged in conversation with my grandparents, but Duncan was eyeing us closely. “Alpha Callan and Luna Raina, Anders’ parents. Anders’ head warrior, Jason is also over there. And that brooding fellow is Alpha Duncan. He is Alpha of the Crescent River Pack. He is mostly likely your guardian wolf as well as me and Anders.” Coral shivered as she looked over at Duncan. I eyed her questioningly but quickly dismissed the feeling. Duncan was good looking, and I had no doubt that Coral was responding to that. She always had a thing fo

I did not state it, but I was thankful for her presence and guidance. I was turning a page when Rosalyn’s eyes drifted to the door. Before I could ask, a shadow filled the frame. A man stepped in, silent, unannounced. Elias walked a step behind him, though he did not speak. Older, weathered, with a scar across his jaw. Wild amber eyes that didn’t belong to any civilized wolf I knew. The kind of presence that made Rosalyn’s hand subtly shift toward the drawer where she kept her phone and panic button, and Elias stood as straight as a blade being drawn.

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

“Tall, Slim muscular build. Red hair. His presence was… intense. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, it felt like an order more than a request.” Cassius’ expression didn’t change, but he knew. No one had the guts to cross him except one person that thought he was brave enough to cross him… Raze Wolfe. Cassius stepped back from the screen, his jaw clenching. “If anything happens to her,” he uttered slowly, his voice dangerously calm, “to her or my baby, every single one of you will answer for it. I would advise you started praying.” Cassius turned and walked away.

Roy responds. “I’ve never seen a hellhound before,” Lyson says, running a hand through his long black hair. He is the youngest with pale blue eyes and he seems more friendly. I was able to click with him and have a normal chat, unlike the older males. They are all handsome but not as handsome as Roy. I frown, squashing those thoughts. This shouldn’t be the direction my thoughts should take. “Trust me, you don’t want to run into one. They are more powerful than any shifter and it was by luck that we managed to escape. I would probably be dead if not for the Princess, she saved my life," Roy mutters, meeting my gaze.

Theo asked Yohan for this favour. His men were always trustworthy even whatever jobs he gave them. There were Yohan, Jin, Nicholas, James, Oswald and Noah. Seven men with troubled pasts come together to form a bond and always had each other’s backs throughout the time they were together. Even if Theo was involved in the Mafia, he never regarded them as simply his alliances, they were his closest friends and would do anything to fight back if anyone harmed them. They were an inseparable family. They all met each other through Theo anyway and they were all proven reliable in all aspects so it wasn’t possible that even one of them would out Theo just like that. If they would, they really had so