Rhysand Cassian Azriel Novels & Stories

We were going to perform ‘Senorita by Shawn Medes and Camilla Cabello’ and I was sweating profusely as we drove through the Ark Town and headed towards New Bryxton Town for the competition. I lied to my brothers as I told them that I will be with Tessa for the entire day as well have to work on a school project, when in reality here I am with Zane, driving in his posh car which feels so cool to drive in. No wonder not only girls but also boys fall at his feet, this car is his impression of superiority. Wearing his Ray Bans and looking as confident and handsome as ever, he drove the car smoothly, with just using one palm. The other one was resting next to my thigh and I wished he’d put it on

The woman was sobbing hard by the time she was done cleaning him. ................. "Have you prepared for the attack?" Sienna asked Sean. Sean gritted his teeth and pushed to his feet. "I don't what has gotten into you but we cannot attack Elves just because they harmed a rogue," Sean argued, sounding frustrated. Sienna didn't seem annoyed by his protest. "Rogue? Do you know who that Rogue is?" she asked. Sean seemed thrown off by her question. "What do you mean?" "That rogue is my mate and your best friend. He is Azriel. The rightful owner of the throne," Sienna revealed. Sean's eyes turned wide in pure shock.

Not caring he was giving away his position. Blood oozed from his wrist, he howled again. He froze when he heard Gael’s howl. “No. No. Fuck!” He screamed. He knew Gael’s howl from anywhere. How could he not when it had been the one that made him tremble as she had been stomping on his mate’s dead body? He didn’t expect the rogues attacking to be Gael. What was she now, his shining armor? “Alpha Ciandra, you better come and untie me.” He wished.

“We haven’t seen proof.” Cassia reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny ribbon, red, burned at the edge. Nova’s breath hitched. “That’s...” Cassia nodded. “Lyra’s.” The room fell silent. “Then the other one, Azriel, is the one he’s offering in exchange,” Liam muttered. “Or the bait,” Nova snapped. “We’re dealing with Darion. You don’t negotiate with shadows.” “But he has Lyra,” Cassia said softly. “I felt her magic in that scroll.”

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.

Azriel's voice pierced through the silence. Violet broke eye contact with the stranger and followed Sean to their seats. Now that everyone was here, Azriel began. "He is Atlas, as you all already know," Azriel introduced the barbarian-looking man. Atlas gave a nod. Violet stared at him, searching his face for any trace of Chris. She couldn’t relate this towering, fearsome figure to the boy who had once come to her, desperate for nothing more than a roof over his head. Her head had started to hurt now. What sorcery was this? Literally.

The crystal at her throat pulsed violently now, its warmth almost unbearable. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, struggling to keep her voice steady. "What I want," he said, moving closer with each word, "is what fate has already decided. Can't you feel it? The bond that's forming between us?" He gestured to his chest, where a faint glow emanated through his fine clothing. "I am Cassian Holt, heir to House Holt, master of the ember arts. And you," he reached out, his fingers stopping just short of touching the crystal at her throat, "are my fated mate."

He smiled brightly and looked at me. "His birth name is Rainier Faris Draco, mine is Cassian Cyrus Aeron," he stated firmly and I nodded. "People would call him Rainy or say it's going to Rain today, stupid shit like that until he blew a gasket and shredded them all," Cassian stated and shrugged. I thanked him and Everett came in asking if we were ready to travel to the Southern Clans. We all nodded and gathered our things. I said Rouge, well Rainier and smiled at him, making him wonder what was going on which in turn made me chuckle more. I walked over to him and grinned.

“Ms. Livingston, we are honored to be in your presence and in the presence of the Great Warrior Child. I am Raphael, Lead Savior, and this is Cassiel and Zadkiel, Saviors as well.” They each nodded in turn, and she marveled at how they were so similar in stature and mannerism, yet each had their own individual style. From suit pants to jeans, dress shirts to T-shirts. Combined, they hurt her eyes with their handsomeness.