Cassian Rhysand Novels & Stories

For a moment I'm confused, till I realise that we are in the presence of an Alpha, even if it doesn't feel like it. Okay, maybe it does by the long stretch of silence Landon is feeding like a fire, by just staring at the offered hand Cyrus is showing. I sigh in relief when Landon finally shakes it, not taking his dark brown eyes off Cyrus's wide, scared blue ones. "I didn't expect to find you here Alpha, with my date," Cyrus declares cynically. Landon's jaw clenches in immediate response, and I want to slam my face into my hand.

The fact that the two of them managed to form a bond was something that came as a surprise to me, especially considering all the factors that were against him. “I am guessing that a bastard rogue like myself is still welcome in this place?” Malakai, Arianna’s brother, asked, smirking as he entered the building. His eyes met mine and he nodded in respect before looking at Valerie. “And you are the famous huntress that every rogue is looking for.” “And you are?” Valerie asked, and the Russian smirked, extending his hand to her. The fact that he was of Italian blood was not something that I neglected, but he grew up as a Russian among Russians, and hence has been one throughout his whole life.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

“Are you sure you want to use this transformation serum?” Edna grabbed Allure’s wrist, stopping her from drinking the contents of the vial. “I mean, Prince Regan has never met Lily. So, it’s impossible that he would recognise her. Even if he does, that Lycan Prince won’t mind the swap. After all, being married to the legitimate daughter of Alpha Rhysand is more profitable than marrying the daughter of a maid. Why go to such lengths just for the sake of a political marriage?”

she exclaimed, catching her breath. My forehead wrinkled in confusion upon staring into her scared expression. “He’s not just our savior or armor, just like what everyone thinks. The Lycan King’s cruel and ruthless.” “Yes, I get it. He’s mighty and extraordinary, he needs to be cruel and ruthl—” “I don’t think you get it,” Bianca cuts me off, hastily shaking her head. “He’s naturally cruel and ruthless even to his own son. Alpha Jacob almost died because of his own father, so what do you think makes us an exception?”

His dirty blonde hair was swept to a semi leaf cut, brows furrowed slightly as he stared at me. But it was his eyes that held my attention. If I hadn’t heard such dark tales of this palace, I would have thought I saw compassion in those hazel orbs. “I-“ I searched for my breath, blinking as I looked away. He was clearly a high ranking lycan. Or worse- -a royal. What in the lands have you done, Sapphire? Looking a royal in the eye?? “I..I am fine.” I bit the inside of my cheek as I added, “-my lord.” willing for myself to disappear in that instant.

His heart pounded fiercely against his ribs, a mix of fear and forbidden excitement coursing through his veins. At twenty-three, Cassian was a noble omega from a respected bloodline, known for his gentle nature and quiet grace. Yet here he was, risking everything for stolen moments with the one alpha who made his entire being come alive. The thin black silk robe he wore whispered against his skin as he walked, already warm with the first hints of arousal. His body had begun reacting to Kael’s presence long before he reached the door, a deep, instinctive pull that no amount of reason could silence.

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.