Rhys Azriel Cassian Novels & Stories

he asked. "There's no way I can be wrong about this. Only one man in Rivershire can summon this many members of the Draconian Order, and that's Cassian York," Cecil declared. "Stay quiet later. Leave this to me. Even though he's the boss of the underworld in Rivershire, he has to show me some courtesy, too." He started walking up to Cassian. Even when he was still some distance away, he called out warmly, "You must be Cassian, right? I've heard a lot about you."

Cassie felt embarrassed that everyone knew they had been intimate the night before. "Mother what are you getting at?" Nathan asked. "Cassie is not a pure blood; she is a half blood." Laura said. Cassie head snapped up from looking at her hand. Her mother had written and told Laura she was a half blood. "Did you know Cassie?" Laura asked.

For the first time in weeks, Aria felt the pull of work as something separate from survival. She set down her bag and began. Halfway through the first run, her phone buzzed. It was Nina. Aria hesitated before answering. Nina did not bother with greeting. “He’s lost his mind.” A link came through. Aria opened it and found Cassian on a livestream. He looked terrible. The careful polish was gone. His collar was open, his jaw unshaven, his eyes red in a way the camera did not soften. He stared into the lens like a man who no longer cared how he appeared, only that he be heard.

“Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…” “I heard from Rosalyn about that.” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but not

The whole ordeal was getting mysterious with each passing day and Azraiel was nowhere near solving the tip of the iceberg. "Y...Yes Alpha..The State of Rysterbia conducts a census every five years. Our Luna has never been counted as a citizen and resident of Rysterbia despite being born and raised here. Her name is neither in the birth records nor in the Unique Identity Number records. In official records, she doesn't even exist. Yes, she attended a public school and a public college but she was registered there in a program called 'H.O.P.E Mission'; a specialised program meant for talented and special children. The children in these programs are kept apart from other children. Apparently, t

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

So without asking them any questions, I sat on the side with Felicity. Confusion filled me while waiting for them to speak up, until Drake spoke in a serious way. "We heard about what happened at the last event project you accepted, Cielle." I quirk a brow while looking straight at him, not backing down to how dark he gazes at me. "A failure, don't you think?" I leaned on the chair as a smirk slowly made its way to my lips, "What about it?" "Yeah, what about it?" He retorted back, repeating my question in a mocking way.

Chapter 22: The First Mark Silas Sydney raises her hand to quiet the pack again. "Now to our other announcement. As most of you have heard, I found my mate when I traveled to the Amaris Pack. Silas Youngblood is the third son of the Beta Youngblood family. The goddess has blessed our pack and me with a strong and capable Lumiere." The pack erupts in cheering. An Alpha couple insured stability for the pack, and heaven knows they wanted it.

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

“Why are you telling me this? I don't want any part of—” Azriel cut me off with a wave of his hand, his tone sharpening. “Because you need to understand, Saoirse.” He paused, his gaze boring into me, making me feel exposed, vulnerable. “All those killings you've heard whispers about, the messy and forbidden business that stains the underbelly of this place? It's all part of it. Nexus isn't just a club, it's a front. A glittering mask for the Trojan Covenant. We launder fortunes, broker pacts with devils, and when things get...unruly, we clean up the mess. Last night was a taste of that reality.”