Cassian Rhysand Novels & Stories

I moved to block Cyrus’s view of the child, baring my fangs to show that she belonged to me. “You cannot kill me Cyrus. I suggest you let us pass, I don’t wish to fight you.” I snarled. “The goddess warned me of your curse, Rhazian.” He smirked. “You may be immortal, but I’m certain you cannot say the same for the child. Would you like to see what the venom we have been blessed with can do to your kind?”

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

Chapter 32: Cassian's Despair Cassian paced around his room, his eyes filled with urgency. No matter the cost, he needed to win Aria back. The thought of her being with Ronan was impossible for him, and he couldn't imagine life without her. He stopped his walk and faced the mirror. His skin was pale, and his eyes were recessed. He appeared to be a basic reflection of the individual he once was. He wondered softly to himself, "What am I doing?" "I'm a ruler, and I'm allowing a simple wolf to assume my position."

CASSANDRA POV "Mom, please don't make me go," I whined, slowly getting up from my bed. Unfortunately, today was the day of my engagement which I was not looking forward to, considering I'm engaged to the one and only Alessandro Russo. Alessandro and I met a couple of years back and from what I saw, he was extremely ruthless and quite insane. However, since my father passed away, I had to get married to secure a male leader for our mafia - a worthy successor.

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

I said for him. Roan’s eyes zeroed in on me. “And who is this lovely specimen?” He took a step forward, before anyone could see, I grabbed my gun that was in my chest holster and pointed it at him. Malachi stepped a little in front of me and growled at Roan. “Not yours,” I said as I pulled the hammer down. “Ohhh.” He clapped his hands together. “Are you telling me that little Malachi has finally found his mate. How precious.” He giggled.

After taking a seat on a wooden chair, Ambrose said, "My name is Ambrose Landon. I'm Serena's father." It was a meaningless introduction, of course, for Cassian already knew who he was without him stating his identity. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Landon," Cassian greeted politely. "Your name is Cassian York?" Ambrose asked. "That's right. I'm Cassian York." "Caspian… an ancient, valiant name that evokes a sense of mystery and adventure. It's a good name," Ambrose remarked with a neutral expression that kept his true thoughts a secret.

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

He recognized me instantly—his gaze dragged down my pencil skirt and back up, slow and heated. Next to him stood a sharper version in a full black suit, arms crossed. “Keresse Voss. Kairos Larsen.” His voice was cold steel. “Interesting résumé.” The third, with a white coat draped over his chair, offered a small, knowing smile. “Lucian Larsen. You look… recovered.” Rhysand’s smirk deepened. “Small world, sweetheart.” I froze, pulse roaring in my ears. The man I’d begged to fuck in a VIP room—the one whose cock I’d worshipped on my knees—was one of the Larsen triplets. My potential bosses.

I squinted through my blurred vision, my breath catching as my eyes locked onto a pair of piercing, brilliant crimson eyes glowing in the dark, framed by the collar of a heavy leather coat. A gasp escaped my lips. Lycan Cassian. The legendary Midnight King. I trembled, a new wave of terror washing over me as the myth stood directly over my broken body. He was the end of all things. But as he lower the gun and knelt in the mud beside me, his expression wasn't cruel.