Jyn Erso Cassian Andor Novels & Stories

“I am Cassian Vale, Commander of the Lunar Order.” He pointed his glowing blade toward Lira. “And I was born to kill monsters like her.” The shadows around the battlefield hissed violently. Lira felt the hunger stir protectively inside her chest. Cassian noticed instantly. His expression hardened. “She’s already synchronized with the hive.” The soldiers behind him tightened formation immediately. Kael growled lowly. “She’s not a monster.” Cassian’s cold gaze shifted toward him again. “She commands darkness.” “So?” “She nearly awakened the King.”

Not bothered that they hold weapons, his blue aura shimmering around him. “The thing is… I am the one who brought down the system that controlled those microchips. You see, Doc, we are not test subjects for you to do with as you please… you can try to control us, yet even the weakest of the weak can rise as one, and us? We are not weak. We’re the superior race.” “But you are alone. I made sure of that,” Cassian sneers, but he steps back raising his gun. “That’s a shame for you,” Zade murmurs as all the men open fire. ‘Go.’ His command to me rings in my head, the gunshots, the screams and the shrill sound making my vision darken.

Jeremy’s name was called and he quickly said his goodbyes and headed off to talk with a council member. I turned towards Anders, who quickly buried his nose in my shoulder. “The doctor has cleared me, so as soon as this meeting is over, we will be leaving.” I couldn’t stop the giggle that left my lips as Anders pulled me closer, kissing me briefly. The kiss was interrupted all too quickly by the council, who was ready to start the meeting.

Luna turned. Prince Cassian approached with two warriors beside him. One was a tall woman with braided silver hair and sharp green eyes. The other was a broad-shouldered man carrying a massive axe across his back. Cassian gestured toward them. “These are two of my most trusted commanders.” He pointed to the woman. “Commander Lyra.” Lyra gave Luna a respectful nod. “And this,” Cassian continued, “is Commander Torren.” Torren grinned. “Nice to finally meet the Moonbearer.”

-CASSIAN LANCASTER- "YOU LOOK LIKE you are being sent to a death sentence." Cassian Lancaster, the famous warrior alpha, snorted. "Shut up, Ryan." He said, adjusting his sleeves. "I am your Beta and best friend, Cassian," The blonde man called Ryan said with a lopsided smile. "I have seen you through many things, I have seen the look on your face before every war we have fought together... and I must say, your face today is worse than any of those days."

“You’ve got thirty minutes before the collapse hits neighboring districts. Then comms go silent. Power too. I can’t pull you out remotely once that happens.” Cassian looked to Aria. She nodded. “We’re moving.” Together, they hoisted Elias between them. His eyes blinked open, unfocused but alive, his voice cracked and barely audible. “Cass…” Cassian looked down. “I’ve got you.” “I knew… you’d come.” His hand gripped Cassian’s forearm with more strength than expected, anchoring himself in real time. A tether to memory, to blood, to the part of himself that had been almost erased.

Advanced Combat Group A – Lead: Cassian Virex New Addition: Val Rhen– Test Case Test case. I read the words twice. Felt the air punch out of my lungs. Test case? I wasn’t even a person to them. Just an experiment. “Bad luck,” someone muttered behind me. I turned to find Erik smirking. “They usually reserve that group for second-years and up. Must’ve pissed someone off.” “I didn’t ask for this,” I said. “No one ever does.” He leaned in, voice low. “Cassian eats newbies for breakfast.”

Third Person's POV Only after he was out of earshot did the young healers dare to huddle up and whisper. "Zelda, who was that? The vibe was so heavy my hands were literally shaking." Zelda lowered her voice, her expression conflicted. "That's the Alpha of the Ironthorn Pack, Cassian... and he's Trista's mate." Cassian ignored the prying eyes behind him and doubled back to the office. He smoothly grabbed Trista's coat from the rack and held it out to her.

“When did all of this with Cassandra start?” “About a year ago,” Isaac says, his eyes still glued to the floor. “Do you know about Gwendolyn?” “Yes.” “What about Cassian? What’s his role in this?” Isaac gulps, but answers instantly, “Cassandra is using him for his military. It’s bigger than hers, thousands of men.” “But they’re all humans. They can’t to shit against us, no matter how many of them there are.” “With her void weapons, they can.”

He had taken to Lirian, too, with a gruff, unexpected tenderness that reminded Cassian, achingly, of the son Dorran had left behind at the castle, a boy he spoke of rarely but whose absence clearly weighed on him through the long winter evenings. Elias, meanwhile, had settled into a role Cassian found harder to name precisely, something beyond healer, beyond ally, something that had grown slowly through months of shared labor and quiet evening conversation into a companionship Cassian found himself both grateful for and faintly uneasy about, given everything else still occupying his heart. "You're thinking of him again," Elias said quietly, not quite a question, his eyes fixed on the fire ra