Cayde 6 Fan Art Novels & Stories

The man states, nodding towards me. “Yes, Fate was on my side,” Zane turns to me. “Ari, this is my brother, Cade Shadows, and his familiar, Blair Simons. Blair is a phoenix shifter. I’m going to let you talk with her so she can help you understand your role better.”

Dionne deliberately kept things suspenseful, to which Cassian snapped, "I'm not from Daneast. How should I know who Cade's mentor is?" "I'll tell you. His mentor is Bryndor Morne, the War God of Daneast," Dionne replied. What the heck? Cade's mentor was the War God of Daneast? Dionne continued, "Lady Wynteris doesn't want you to attempt to kill Cade because his mentor is staying with the diviners. If you go there, you'll be walking into certain death.

he says, stepping back. Before he moves away, he looks at our necks. “Nice marks, little sisters,” he says. Something sad flashes across his face. It’s brief, but I notice it. When I glance at Quinn, I can see that she noticed it as well. Cayd’s older than we are, and he has yet to find his mate. Other than Reagan who isn’t yet 18, he’s the only one who hasn’t found his mate in our generation. “If I don’t get a hug from my birthday girls in the next two seconds…” our father growls.

He queried. She bit back the sarcasm that danced on her tongue and replied curtly. “No. I don’t.” “Hmm! Is there a way you can get them to show you? You’re like their boss. Or better yet, you can get them to speak so we know how they contained the soul all those years.” The gears in Cade's head were turning, and he kept blurting out whatever he was thinking, which was making Cayla’s scowl deepen. “How about I turn them into men so we can wine and dine as well?” She replied with sarcasm dripping from her tone.

Just then, a loud and arrogant voice interrupted their moment: “Isabella, what kind of trashy painting is that? It’s worse than something I’d step on!” Isabella turned to see it was Cynthia’s twin brother, Cade. When she returned to the Riveras at fifteen, Cade was just a high school student. Despite his young age, he had mastered all sorts of unsavory habits: fighting, drunk driving, and partying. He hung out with a crowd of wealthy but unruly friends and had poor academic performance.

It’s not like either of them to miss a party. As I scan the crowd, my heart nearly jumps out of my throat when I lock eyes with someone who looks all too familiar. It’s Cayden. He’s standing still amongst the throbbing mass of dancers, staring directly at me. His face is covered in blood, and his eyes are so wide they look like they’ll pop out of his skull. His mouth hangs open in a grotesque yawn, as though his lower jaw has simply unhinged and flopped open as blood gushes from the massive punctures in his throat.

Messing up his life made it only easier for me to slip into Lyssandra’s, so I smile. Cade lifts his head slowly, and meets my eyes. “Erden Kryne. Always so dramatic.” This bastard had killed Sadie and her daughter and all he could think was that I was being dramatic. I fucking saw red, but I couldn't touch him yet. I couldn't kill him, because if I started hitting him, I wouldn't be able to stop, and I had a few questions for him first. Cade’s eyes are almost swollen shut, but he still manages to glare at me. “I didn't know you worked with animals. Those fuckers beat me…”

Toddre asks. Cayd has just finished explaining about how sprites get a second form after they are mated when Orsid comes stumbling out of the forest looking very much like Torin did in Araphyra. His eyes are wide and glassy, his hair is a mess and his shirt is hanging off of him. “What happened to you?” Toddre asks, jumping up. “God almighty! How can something so small be so passionate?” he asks, his voice full of wonder. Cayd begins laughing, sitting up behind me. “I told you they pack a punch,” he says to me, kissing my shoulder. We go to relieve ourselves, then return and sit back down near the fire.

Cayde announced, slapping his hands together while staring up to the white fabric he fastened flat on the wall. "Don't you have any plan with the boys?" I asked, arranging our tatami chairs on the Bermuda grassed lawn. Cayde shook his head, then went over my laptop on the table. "Nope. To be honest, I'd been spending too much time with them already... with practice and all. I also have other priorities, you know." "And what is that? Giving bite marks?" He jolted his ginger head up so quickly to me. "No——No, of course not. I'd rather pester you and Gwen all day. But that's a good idea, actually."

Showed me a photo. Lycian. But younger. Maybe fifteen or sixteen. He was smiling in the photo. Actually smiling. Not the cold, controlled look I’d seen. This was genuine happiness. “That’s the last time I saw him smile like that,” Cade said. “Six years ago. Before his grandfather died. Before his father started pushing him to mate. Before all the pressure and expectations turned him into this closed-off version of himself.” “Why are you showing me this?” “Because yesterday, for about five minutes in that library, I saw a glimpse of that smile again. When he was talking about you.”