Rhysand Cassian Azriel Novels & Stories

No one did. Lysandra was hunched in the far corner, barely clothed, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her eyes had lost color, once sharp and cunning, now glassy and vacant. The walls around her were streaked with blood and scratches, her nails torn and broken. When she saw Giovanni, she flinched. Actually flinched. She crawled backward, away from the light, into the shadows. “Lysandra…” I stepped in slowly. Giovanni placed a hand on my arm. “She doesn’t know you. She doesn't remember you, does not remember anyone. I don't even think she remembers herself. This is the best part about it being able to reshape them.”

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.

And just recently as I was on my way to the mining site where raw materials were transported from for the newest construction project, something surprised me. It was the news… “We have confirmed the name of the woman who’s pregnant of the sole successor of the young billionaire, Rhio Zel Cantheliz. According to our sources, her name is Jasmin Masadra. She was the commoner who was previously reported as the fiancé of Derick Brundon, the Vice President of Cryzastic Corps.” The signal suddenly died. I knew the flight crews purposely turned it off. And they refused to take me back to the country. The flight rerouted and took me back overseas.

I could practically taste the wicked promise on his tongue when he said, “I wish I could tell you that were it, but it’s not. Our old friend Alpha Bran…he’s already campaigning against you.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ‘You’re joking.’ Cassidy hissed, narrowing her eyes in a way that reminded me of Breyona. I had mind linked my best-friend during the fifteen-minute drive to the training center and told her everything that happened after our peaceful morning turned tumultuous. Part of me needed a second opinion on what happened with Asher, while the other side wanted to shove his vicious glassy-eyed stare deep wit

I asked, voice trembling from weakness and fear. He was quiet. His gaze was stuck on me like he was contemplating whether he would answer my question or not but after an agonizing silence I heard his voice again. “Azrael Sterling,” he spoke. “King Victor’s son,” I shook my head. That can’t be right. Caius never mentioned to me that he had a brother. No one in the palace mentioned the name Azrael either. His name was foreign to my ear but it doesn’t sound like a lie.

"Come. There's someone I want you to meet." He led Adrian deeper into the quarter, toward a building that looked like a cross between a library and a temple. Inside, the air hummed with magic. An older demon looked up from where he was organizing scrolls. He had silver hair, kind eyes, and an aura of quiet power. "Cassian," he greeted warmly. Then his eyes widened at seeing Adrian. "And the Celestial Prince. My, my. The rumors are true." "Elian, this is Kieran Nightshade. My oldest friend and advisor." Cassian's voice held rare affection. "Kieran, Prince Elian Ashford. My..." He hesitated.

I remembered how I would cry myself to sleep every time I missed him. But here he was; alive and standing in front of me. “Princess Lyria, I was instructed to give you this,” Cassandra's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to face her, wondering what gift it was but it was just a glass of wine. Since I was thirsty, I took the wine from her and gulped it down without questioning who it comes from. I had no doubt it was from Alpha Azriel. He is obviously standing next to the maid who were attending to everyone's need.

Cassian's hand was between my thighs, and his thumb was pressed against the folds between my thighs. I gasped again and jerked my head up. He had a sinister smirk displayed on his face as he watched my flushed face. “It is so soft, isn't it?” Azrael asked, mockery obvious in his voice. My chest tightened, and I bit my lips. “And wet too,” Cassian added, and Azrael chuckled darkly while burying his face into my loose hair, sniffing the lavender scent that filled my hair. They explored my body like it was some object put up for display or for sale.

Emmy has spent her life believing she understands where she belongs: beneath the protection of King Xander, the wolf king who raised her as his own, and within a kingdom that has always been her home. But on the eve of her twentieth birthday, everything she knows begins to unravel. When a mysterious amethyst amulet awakens a power buried deep within her, Emmy discovers that her fate is tied to something far older—and far more dangerous—than the kingdom she loves. The ancient dragon king, Ignisvath, has returned from the shadows, and his connection to Emmy is not one that can be explained away as coincidence. As whispers of war spread through the kingdoms and the Dragon King’s presence grow

I blinked rapidly, forcing my blurry vision to clear so i could see them properly but the sting only grew more intense with each passing second. But I could see them freeze. The shock on their faces when they saw him. “Azrael?” Rhys was the first to speak. I've never heard his voice come out so small and unsure. He took a shaky step forward. “Is that really you?” “Rhys,” Azrael's voice was heavy with emotion. “Long time no see, huh?” Before Rhys could even reach him, Zeke sped pass him in a flash. “Azrael!” He grabbed him by the collar, crashing his lips on Azrael's. I wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted but I really wished they would take these chains off me first.