Rhys Azriel Cassian Novelas e Histórias

Cassius fucking Riven belongs to Alessia fucking Rossi, and no one else! THE END.

the rogue replied. Cassiel’s jaw tightened. “Watch your tone.” The rogue didn’t flinch. “You forget. I was once like him. A weapon forged in the old war. Bound by divine contract, not fear of your titles.” Raziel exhaled slowly. “Then act like a weapon, not a ghost.” Cassiel stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Elias is still vulnerable. He doesn’t fully remember. Not yet.” The rogue’s tone was calm. “But he will.”

No, that couldn’t be possible. That alpha was known for being brutal and bloodthirsty. How was it even possible that the man who was driving me mad was him? "Listen," Trixie continued, ignoring my confusion. "Silas is a powerful ally for you. Especially with your wanting to reclaim your place in Caelum." Frowning, I continued to try to make sense of all of this. So this was what Silas meant when he said that he was a better choice. Even if Alphonze was supposed to be the greatest Alpha of his time, he was nothing compared to the snake of Crimson Tides.

“As for her gymnast friend, she’s still asleep. You wouldn’t believe how flexible— “. “I can live without knowing the details.” “Come on guys, already?” I heard a familiar soprano call out, her voice alone hushing the small crowd that watched. “Asher hasn’t even been back a week and you’re already fighting.” Cassidy looked good for someone who had stayed up drinking and dancing, especially compared to some of the rougher looking students. She had all of her clothes on, and wasn’t rummaging through the shorts, shirts, and random pieces of lingerie scattered along the yard.

"Who are you? You can't be my brother." My smirk stretched as I felt even stronger seeing the reaction on his face— the same brother that nothing could move. Yet, tonight, he was moved by me. Rylan Thornevale. "No... You are not the Rylan that I know... What happened to the sweet Rylan who loved writing?" Cassian continued to gasp, unable to believe what he was seeing—my becoming! "I am reborn, Cassian," I laughed. "Writing wouldn't get me far... And you know it. To take charge, I need to get my hands dirty."

he replied flatly, “by someone who wishes to give it.” Sophia, stationed along the wall with a tray, kept her eyes lowered. The words slid past her like shadows she couldn’t grasp. Abigail set down her glass with a soft click. “You met her, you spoke with her, you saw for yourself that she would suit this house. You cannot deny her worth.” “I do not deny her worth,” Azriel said, voice even. “Only the assumption that I must take her into my life.” Lord Cassian’s gaze shifted toward his son, a silent warning, though he said nothing.

“Why don’t we calm down and solve this? I just want some answers and keep a few conditions in exchange for letting your pup go.” “Felice…” Finally manage to speak. Who is this woman? “I know Alpha Isaac. You think I am Felice’s clone or something, but I am not. This is me. But Felice is not my name.” She stands up and smiles while my eyes narrow. “Please to meet you, Alpha Isaac. I am Zephyr or the one who cursed the Renaud pack.”

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

He looked old and sullen. The man to the right of Argus was a young man, about 20 at most with slick backed brown hair and a smattering of stubble along his face. He had a few scars and tattoos on his arms. He was the rapist father to one of the breeder's children. He was forced to work as a lowly warrior rather than the higher up one he was meant to become.

Even Jace is quiet. I turn around to ask Zander what is going on, only to find him down on one knee, holding a little box in his hands. “What are you….” I trail off as he begins to talk. “Ashleigh Kylie Steward, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know our start was rocky, but I only hope to make a better future for us both. I love you so much, sweetheart, and I can’t wait to be by your side for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”