Rhys Azriel Cassian Novels & Stories

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?”

If he's afraid already then he's in for a world of surprise and pain if he doesn't tell us what we want to know and soon. "My name is Talon, I am... was a member of the pack that you destroyed and Aria is my mate. I didn't come here to cause trouble but I won't be leaving without my mate." Yeah, this guy is seriously cooked. "And how did you get in here?" He seems to be trying to avoid that question but I'm not letting it go. Something is clearly off with this guy and of course, Nick has already picked up on it too as suddenly six of our warriors come from outside of the room and surround the prick.

“You want honesty? Fine. I’ll give it to you. I was raised to believe you were the enemy. That Damon was a man worth destroying. That Kael and Evelyn let my mother burn. That you, were a traitor. Sleeping with the same man who helped kill her. I was raised to hate all of you and trust me when I say I am still going to get back at Kael. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I don't like the idea of knowing that my mother was inside that building to save Damon and Evelyn while she burned alive.” Sienna’s lips parted slightly, her expression unreadable. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but I raised my hand, stopping her. “But I’ve seen enough now to know I wasn’t told t

Cassian had been too immersed in his life goals that he had not given much time to finding his mate. Cassian took a step back to look at his reflection in the full-body mirror. He snorted to himself. He was not bad looking, not in the slightest. Standing at 6feet4 and ripped with muscles. His long hair was packed in a low ponytail, and he was clean-shaven except for the constant 5 o'clock stubble that was on his chin and lower face, making him look more dangerous. "Are you ready to go?" Ryan asked through the mindlink. Cassian grunted and walked out to meet the entourage of cars that would be escorting him to the Blackspire pack.

Cassian hesitated just for a second then smiled like a knife. “Absolutely. Front row. Let him stew in the irony.” “Got it. And what exactly are you wearing to this... gala of redemption?” “White velvet. Custom. I want the photographers to question if I’m holy or unhinged.” Taryn snorted. “And Rowan?” Cassian’s smile faltered, just slightly. “Charcoal gray suit. No tie. Open collar.” “Oh?” she teased. “Since when do you pick Rowan’s outfits?”

I was quick to interrupt my father. “—that guy! Why me? I don’t know him! Why not Lilian?” I countered back angrily. “Lilian is your cousin and you are my daughter. This has to be you or no one else. Sapphire, you have to do this. There is no option. We need the company. We have worked so hard for it—“ Mason Ronaldo, my father, continued his speech not taking measures of how his words were like a acid to ears and burn to my heart.

She reached out and gently touched his arm, hoping to comfort him. Kylian looked up at her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. He handed her the letter he had been holding, and Diana's eyes quickly scanned its contents. It was a letter from the Resin Moon Pack, a neighboring pack known for their hostility towards Diana's pack. The letter stated that they had Emma captive and were demanding a ransom for her release.

And beside him… A boy. Young. Dark-eyed. Staring at the camera like he wanted to shatter it. Cassian. Sixteen. Maybe seventeen. Not dressed in anything expensive. No suit. No tie. Just a black hoodie. A bruise under one eye. And rage in his posture. Aria’s hand trembled slightly. “What is this?” she asked. The man stepped closer. “That wasn’t the first time your name showed up on a Vale file. And it wasn’t the first time his did, either.”

“Yes, thank you for coming so quickly, Professor. This is Rae Vale. She’s joining us today, and I’d like you to show her around campus. You’re much better at making new students feel welcome than some of their peers.” His eyes flicked to me again. There was something sharp about the way he looked, like he noticed everything. My too-tight grip on the folder, the nervous twitch in my jaw, the fact that my shoes were old and scuffed. His mouth curled up just a little, not quite a smile but not unfriendly. He held out his hand. “Assistant Professor Cassian Rhys,” he said. “But most people around here just call me Cass. I’m your tour guide, apparently.”

I have to actually consider that for a moment. "Not quite," I relay, sifting through my memories. This isn't a lie either. When I first touch Rylan, I associated the feeling at first with the end of my free life. Then, later, when I started to get sick and crave his touch, I associated it with the greatest pleasure in the world. More than an Alpha like Asher could have given me. With Kace, I felt nothing like that. "It was more distant. When I think it through, it's clearly been fabricated by a change in timeline. Fate has done his job, but the feeling is nowhere near as real and as addictive as yours is," I tell him honestly.