Rhysand Cassian Azriel Novels & Stories

Rita said amid the conversation. " I can see you're done here, let's leave to the exclusive," Todd said and held my hand to stand up from the table. " You cannot just leave or take her away from a meeting like that, who the hell are you by the way," Mr. Zanders cursed from where he was seated standing up to hold my hand from leaving. " Can I do something, Mr. Todd," Rita asked before leaving. He nodded and the sound of a bone breaking was what I heard next plus the screams and groans of a man in pain.

“You think Marius has it. That’s why you planned the siege at his castle. That’s why you took me. That’s what you want to trade me for.” “Aye,” he says, his voice dark as shadow and laced with intent. “We’re searching for theCridhe na Ghealach—the Heart of the Moon. Because with it, we’ll have the power to shift when we want. With it, we’ll have the power to win this war.”

My control snapped, though my expression remained locked in stone. "Elara was my Mate," I grated out, the very word tasting bitter. "She was not a defective product you can simply exchange for a newer model, Cassian." Cassian merely shrugged, utterly impervious to my disgust. "Nonsense. She was a gamble that didn't pay off. I am offering you an immediate return on investment, Rhys. I am offering you stability." He flashed a predator's smile. "Think of the public announcement: a solid, unified front against the northern upstarts."

I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me. Cassandra was back again, sneering at me as if she had just defeated me. “Won’t you say a word, banished mother of twins?” I grinned. Kael’s blue eyes locked on mine, soft but full of claim. “Those twin pups carry my blood. Come back to Shadow Moon with me. You belong to me!” My legs felt weak as he released that statement. It was like a command, but I could not obey immediately. Damon was here too.

“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

As the shrieks behind them turned into desperate, gurgling wails, Rhyzar’s wings sprouted from his back, and Caelia cast one last glance toward the king—not at the door, not at the suffering monsters behind it, but at the blush dusting the young ruler’s face as Caius stepped closer. “How old is Caius?” she asked as Rhyzar lifted her into his arms. “Eighteen,” he answered easily, without question. “He doesn’t have a dragon form, only wings, but he’s more than capable of handling this.” “Oh, good,” she murmured quietly. And then, with a powerful leap, they were airborne once more. Behind them, a mountain of white crystal scales shimmered in the fading light, following close behind. “Now,” Rhyz

His dark skin shone in the lights decorating the expanse of the hall and his eyes were a striking violet that made Nerina not want to stare into them for long. Nerina could sense the aura of magic around him which was strange because the people of Alsayf weren't well known for their magical prowess. "You have magic?" She questioned, her slender fingers gripping the arms of her throne. "I thought that—" "You are right, Empress. I am a bastard." Azriel announced. "My late mother was a Nebulosi mage... More of a maid than a mage anyway. My father is the current Master of Sea travel. I was not given many opportunities in his court but when I met Daegal during those months of battle, he treated m

"And this Cain person he seems to be so annoyed with? Who's that and is there any relation you have to this person?" I hate how this man is always asking difficult questions. First, it was if I was sane because I saw a merman, something that's still engraved into my mind and which refuses to leave, and then it was if I was being calculative with my tears, and now this. Safira keeps her mouth shut though she probably knows more about Cain than I do and she keeps her eyes on me. I sigh. "Cain is one of Lord Lyros's renowned warrior Lycans. He and Rhys are.... friends."

Cassian smiled and slowly responded, “Your Majesty, there is a saying in Aria: 'Enter Aria and do not return home until you have met Ethan Caelan.'” Valerius raised an eyebrow, asking softly, “Ethan Caelan?” Cassian respectfully nodded, his eyes reflecting admiration. “He is the fourth prince of Aria, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, hailed as the most talented scholar of Aria.” “The most talented scholar of Aria?” Valerius repeated, his tone laced with astonishment and curiosity.

"Edmond, you went in with 12 men, correct? 12 martial god-level elites, the breakthrough specialists of the three combined armies, and not only did you lose, but you came back short several heads. Interesting." The marshal of the three allied empires, Azrael Cassata of the Fraines, spoke in a cold voice. "You have made me look very bad. Do you understand?" The black-clad martial god, Edmond Munoz, lowered his head even further. "My apologies, sir." Azrael snorted. "Don't talk to me about apologies. I know you're not convinced. You are from the Mirelan, and you think I can't truly command you. So your politeness is nothing more than surface courtesy.