Rhysand Cassian Azriel Novels & Stories

Cassian holds my hand under the table and jokes around with Rodenel, who sits beside him. I can’t help but notice that while Rodenel does continue the cheerful banter with Cassian, he seems a bit distracted by the pretty blonde Priestess who sits on the other side of him. They exchange passing glances, only for moments at a time, but every time they do, I catch the glint in both their eyes. “You’ve noticed it too.” I turn to Dyannah, who is seated beside me. Her gaze is also on the Priestess. She smiles before continuing. “That is Ciara. It seems there is something more of a passing interest there.”

"Did I beg to be dragged back to this fortress? I distinctly remember three pack warriors and a transport convoy turning up at my outpost to haul me here in chains." "Nyra simply feels a spiritual connection to the Bloodmoon Trials Arena," she pleaded, her voice cracking with high-born panic. "You hold the bloodline of the Whitmore family now. Nyra gave up her formal claim to keep the peace when you returned. Shouldn't you show some pack generosity?" "Generosity?" Azel wheeled around. "Tavian promised me a northern mountain zone in exchange. Why must I fight my own blood over a single arena contract?" "The boy is completely incapable of sharing a boundary," a heavy voice boomed from the shad

“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.”

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

As it was, within the massive Draconian Order, the Four Draconian Warlords held the most power after Nino. That being said, Cecil was still puzzled about something. Cassian was just a doctor. He'd only become the head of Rivershire's underworld not too long ago. How did he suddenly become Aegis, one of the Four Draconian Warlords, as well?

Confusion flickered across her face, but she didn't argue. "What is his name?" she asked, gesturing toward me. The demon's black eyes glittered. "His name is Cassian Rhys. But we know him more as the High Prince Kassariel of the Court of Lust." The words settled into me like stones dropped into still water. He told the truth. That was one truth confirmed. Which meant he'd only told one lie so far or could only tell a lie after this. Unless he was playing games within games. I had one question left. One chance.

[Dear Aysel, I hope you will never have to receive this letter. But if you do then either I am unable to reach you or I am gone. If either of these happens, I want you to join the Royal pack as the beta. The authorities won’t refuse as they are bound to keep the last request of a dying wolf. I know this is probably a selfish request, but… this way I can keep you safe even after I am gone. I serve Prince Azriel, the next-in-line monarch. Being in his circle will keep you from falling prey to countless things. I hope you will consider this. Remember I will always love you and always be with you. Love, Kaizen]

"You're... the AI?" Seeing my dumbfounded look, his chest rumbled with a low chuckle. Undisguised indulgence rippled in his dark eyes. He nodded frankly. Then, he held out his right hand. A black onyx pinky ring rested on his long finger. A symbol of absolute power. "Let's officially meet, Aria." His tone was casual, but it carried the crushing weight of an apex predator. "Cassius. Cassius Castellano." Castellano.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.