Rhysand Cassian Azriel Novels & Stories

This was the perfect moment for Cassian to introduce himself. “I am Cassian Arkhavel. Son of King Arkhavel, brother to Kardor and a former military doctor.” Veyran Doskh extended a hand to Cassian. “A medical doctor with magic hands.” I almost laughed at that. Veyran Doskh really looked impressed. “You are really King Arkhavel’s son?” “The charming one.” Cassian replied. Suddenly a knock sounded on the door, one of the royal healers stepped inside holding a folded paper.

Cassian groaned, hating the throb, the betrayal of his body arching into it. ‎"Stop, "That is not true. You are grown men. You have wealth." he gasped, but Azriel shoved fingers into his mouth, gagging him. "No," Azriel growled, nipping his earlobe bloody. "You are not our father. "We need every lash, every fuck. Your power over us. We choose you. Forever." ‎

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Why is everyone asking me about my hair? "Yes it is.. cool color huh?" Lexi answers in my place. "I wasn't asking you, idiot." The boy says and Lexi gives him a light punch on his shoulder. "Hi, I'm Antonio. But all my friends call me Tony so please call me Tony." I grab his hand and offer him a handshake. "I'm Morgana."

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”

Surely, they were well over a thousand men waiting down there. “Ryder might be just one person, but this is the year of Osyron, and I am not taking any chances.” she said with an even voice. “Besides he is Ryder of Astaroth, has that not sunk into your understanding yet? What he is capable of doing?” “I am aware of what the Axeris can do.” the wizard replied in anger, he gripped his staff tightly, causing the red jewel to glow. “He is no different from his predecessors.”

She was fuming with anger as her eyes landed on me. "I guess someone is not going to come back alive, today. " She said loud enough for everyone to hear. Alpha Tyrion gripped my arm tightly and gave her a hard stare. She understood to not open her mouth again. "Ava stop being so salty. " Another Luna answered. Ava made a face and walked inside the woods while Alpha Kristian ran after her. "Thank you. " I said. "No problem, Celine. I am Luna Sephora of the Sapphire Moon Kingdom. " She introduced herself.

“That’s nonsense! We can’t let the past dictate—” I cut him off, my resolve firming. “No, Malachi. We must face this. Pyrra made me a weapon of destruction. I didn’t know about the islands... those people... it was most likely their kingdoms.” Cassian’s phone buzzes then, a call that slices through the tension. He steps away to answer, his posture rigid. When he returns, his expression is grave. “That was our contact. The man in the video is named Soren. He’s the last of the ancient dragon bloodlines. Royalty in his own right.”

he replied flatly, “by someone who wishes to give it.” Sophia, stationed along the wall with a tray, kept her eyes lowered. The words slid past her like shadows she couldn’t grasp. Abigail set down her glass with a soft click. “You met her, you spoke with her, you saw for yourself that she would suit this house. You cannot deny her worth.” “I do not deny her worth,” Azriel said, voice even. “Only the assumption that I must take her into my life.” Lord Cassian’s gaze shifted toward his son, a silent warning, though he said nothing.

A tan-skinned man with a scar over his left eye was the first to ask a question: "I have been wondering, are you Peony Crimson, the fallen Luna of Blue Moon?" Azriel was a first-degree mage and Eve's top apprentice. Maybe he was an assistant serving Elenor as her second-in-command. My heart sank as he referred to me by that name. My forehead twitched as I gave a short nod. Elenor chuckled sweetly, patting Xavier's shoulder playfully. "Your jokes are funny. Why did you pick up a girl from another pack and bring her here?" Her green-forest eyes found me, scanning and assessing my entirety.