Star Wars Rogue One Cassian Novels & Stories

I warned. “No, no, I’m not,” the rogue stammered. “Look, it’s not too far now.” We reached a small mountain. There were two guards who watched as we approached. The rogue stopped and said, “See, it’s right here. I…” I didn’t let him finish and drove my elbow into the back of his skull, cracking his skull. The rogue fell and convulsed on the ground. I stepped over him and approached. The guards tensed but I spoke before they did, “I am Ronan, son of Elder Cassius of Moonvale.”

I would not leave. The rogue lifted his head when Cassian and I approached. His grin split wide, crooked teeth flashing like a nightmare. "Hmm," he rasped, voice grating like broken glass. "Still have that stubbornness I see. Little Luna." I didn't flinch, just held his gaze stubbornly. Last time we encountered, I was the one tied up. Now, I stood in front of him, free and powerful while he was tied. Cassian stepped forward, towering, his voice low and sharp. His anger was evident in the way he moved, the iciness in his tone. "Who sent you?"

“I didn’t just feel her. I—I was her. For a moment I wasn’t me. I was… fire.” Kade’s jaw tightened. “Not fire. Power. She’s always been there, waiting. Tonight, Cassian forced her hand.” His gaze flicked to the trees, where the rogues had vanished. “And he saw it. That was the point. He wanted to see what you could do.” The thought made her chest tighten. “He was smiling, Kade. Even after I—” She broke off, her stomach twisting at the memory of the rogue crumpling in flames at her feet. “He didn’t look afraid.”

“No. No, I know her. I know Rogue. She survives everything.” “Cassian….” “I won’t just leave her in there to burn!” I shoved him away. “I won’t….” His fist collided with my jaw before I could finish my sentence. My ears rang and the world around me spun. But Nolan didn’t let me fall. He caught my shirt, shook me, his own eyes looking glassy. “She is dead man,” he said quietly, breath trembling. “Rogue is dead.” My chest constricted, sharp and brutal. “You don’t know that….”

Cassian’s head snapped toward the mountains. The warriors on the training ground instantly froze. “That’s the eastern patrol,” Cassian said quietly. My heart tightened. “Is something wrong?” He didn’t answer immediately. Another howl followed. Closer. Cassian’s expression darkened. “The rogues are back.” And Kael was out there facing them.

“You have a death wish, don't you, Cassian?” Cassian blinks rapidly, finally realizing what he's done. He takes a step back. When he burst in here, he completely forgot this person standing in front of him isn't the Seth he once knew. This person is the Rogue King, and as he said, he has killed people for far less.

“Next time you choose me over a more efficient war table option, tell me first. I don’t like finding out my life was up for debate from anyone but you.” “Deal,” I say. She looks at me for another long beat, then nods once and turns back to Naomi and the ring. Cassian falls into step beside me as we watch her walk away. “This isn’t the Ronan from before,” he says quietly. “You know that, right?” “What, the one who thought cleverness would save everyone and ended up cutting his own mate?” I ask. “That one,” he says. “You’re starting to choose her first—even when no one’s watching. That… matters.”

She was the only person who could read my silence and detect what went on in my mind. The only person I didn thave to leave my walls up around. "It’s a habit," I admitted, reaching out to tuck a stray blonde curl behind her ear. "Though I have to say, the security is appalling. Cassian is currently being held hostage by a three-year-old." Sloane laughed, a rich, melodic sound that still made my pulse accelerate. We looked down at the fountain, where Cassian was soaking wet, holding Maya on his shoulders while Robyn cheered. The most lethal man I knew was currently a human splash-pad.

“See? Emotional crisis handled.” “You didn’t handle anything,” I said, smiling. “You distracted.” “Same thing,” he shrugged. He paused again — smaller, quieter than before. His gaze drifted toward Adrian. “Just… keep an eye on him for me,” Cassian murmured. “I always do,” I whispered. And just like that, Cassian’s mask slipped back into place. He cracked his knuckles, stretched dramatically, and called out, “Alright, munchkins! Who wants to hear the TRUE story of the time I single-handedly saved the universe with nothing but a spoon and terrifying levels of charisma?”

I couldn’t outrun them, not like this. A blur of movement exploded from the shadows. Cassian. His alpha aura hit like a storm, and he shifted mid-leap, his black wolf massive, eyes blazing. The rogues snarled, lunging at him, but he was a force of nature, tearing into them with savage precision. My heart raced, caught between fear and awe. He’d followed me. Of course he had. “Run, Val!” he roared, his voice half-human, half-growl, as he pinned a rogue to the ground. Blood sprayed, and I stumbled back, my knife shaking in my hand. I wasn’t useless—I couldn’t be.