Star Wars Rogue One Cassian Novels & Stories

he said, his voice low and rough. “Who are you?” I managed to ask, my heart still racing. He didn’t answer. Instead, he extended a hand to help me up. Reluctantly, I took it, my fingers trembling against his calloused palm. “I’m Kael,” he said finally, his gaze never leaving mine. The name hit me like a thunderbolt. Kael. The rogue. The disgraced Beta who had been exiled from our pack years ago. “What do you want with me?” I demanded, pulling my hand away.

nodded one of the hunters. “What is going on here?” He demanded, his eyes scanning from Liam to the rest. "We caught the last rogue bitch escaping,” said the bearded one. “What happened to the other rogues?” “Well, three of them died fighting while the other one is badly injured and won't survive long. We only managed to get this bitch on time.” He swept a glance at me, almost impassive, and then jerked his chin at Liam. “Who is this?” “It’s hers. What do we do with him?”

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

“You weren’t part of the plan.” “What plan?” Kael snarled, pressing an arm to the rogue’s throat. But the rogue smiled, “You’ll find out soon.” He drove a knee into Kael’s injured side and broke free, and threw a black pouch to the ground, and a ripple of smoke burst out. “Korra!” Kael shouted, coughing violently. He grabbed her, shielding her with his body. More warriors rushed in through the smoke. By the time the haze cleared, the rogue was gone. But they had left something behind, a rolled, wine-stained document lay on the ground where the rogue had stood.

“Then consider it forgotten.” Rowan left again, and this time the door clicked shut. Across the city, in a small, unassuming office, a figure sat in front of six screens. The footage from the gala played again. Cassian’s face. Rowan’s proximity. Julian’s arrival. The person clicked a file open: Cassian Wesley — Timeline > Assets > Leverage. A series of images loaded. Cassian drunk. Cassian crying. Cassian with Rowan asleep in the background. The figure smiled faintly.

Lucas’s P.O.V. “Calm down Lucas.” My wolf, Jace, yelled at me. “We just need to regroup and re-strategize, not everything is lost.” He was always my conscience, much like Jiminy Cricket. He always knew how to reason with me and calm me down, without him I’d be lost.

Locked behind layers. She entered the override. And then she saw it. PROJECT RAZORFALL – OPERATIVE DOSSIER Subject: CASSIAN VALE. Status: AWOL. High-Level Clearance. Former Architect of Revenant Protocol. Anais stared. Lines of data, mission logs, schematics—all pointed to one fact: Cassian hadn’t just fought against Cerberus. He helped build it. Before he defected. Before he ran. And before he met her. She staggered back.

Their faces were twisted with unspeakable pain and boiling, absolute hatred. Standing in the shadows just beyond the dim overhead light was a tall, incredibly slender man wearing a dark trench coat. He was a professional. A rogue assassin known only as The Wraith. "You have the layout of the grand ballroom?" The Wraith asked, his voice sounding like dry leaves scraping across stone. "Yes," Clara's father spat, throwing a rolled set of blueprints onto the table. "The gala is in two days. The security will be focused on the front gates and the High Council delegates. Nobody will be looking at the catering staff."

Cassian is focused on the ones charging the doors, and doesn’t notice the threat creeping up from behind. My blood turns to ice as I run for the door, yanking it open. “Cassian! Behind you!” I scream at the top of my lungs. But it's too late. The rogue leaps. Sharp claws tear down my Cassian’s back brutally. I watch in horror as his front legs buckle and he crashes to his knees, and the other rogues swarm him instantly, teeth sinking into his shoulders, his sides. “No…” The word rips from my throat, my body trembling, too overwhelmed to react as I look at Cassian struggling, thrashing, but more rogues break away and race straight for the mansion.

Cassian strode boldly from the front line as he pulled down his hood and flashed me a savage grin, moving straight to the altar. Guards lunged desperately but rogues swarmed fiercely and overwhelmed them fast, their claws raked and their teeth snapped in brutal frenzy. I shifted partially and roared loudly, charging forward with Lior at my side while pack warriors rallied frantically behind us. Cassian reached the altar smoothly and snapped the chains easily with his bare hands as he pulled Cassandra close in a possessive hold. She laughed again like a manic and pressed into him as she rubbed her belly still. My claws slashed through two rogues that were blocking my path and blood sprayed ho