Blackwatch Cassidy Novels & Stories

Or maybe it was just me—still trembling from what I’d seen, still raw with the new understanding of the world I’d willingly stepped into. Cassidy sat in the center of the room, legs crossed as if she were at brunch instead of bound to a steel chair with her wrists tied behind her. Her hair was still perfectly curled. She wore lipstick. The audacity. “Well, if it isn’t the corpse bride,” she sneered, coughing up a bit of red. I stood behind the desk where Icarus leaned silently, arms crossed. He’d handed this one to me. Said it was mine if I wanted it. And God, I did.

Ade walked back to their overnight space, Thomas watched from afar. “Get her some water, she’ll be needen’ it.” Wyane nodded and chased after Ade, Dodge bent down and placed his hand on the pale face of the lady. No fever. She winced. “Y'all be ‘right, just stay calm,” Cassidy heard a voice after a warm hand touched her face, and opened her eyes. Above her crouched a handsome man, complete with eyes so green they reminded Cassidy of oak leaves and hair that reached the back of his neck, slightly curled, and black like Death’s robe itself.

It led me outside, toward the training grounds behind the castle. There she was. Cassidy stood in the center of the dusty yard, her hair pulled back roughly, strands glued to her forehead with sweat. She was surrounded by younger wolves who were half shifting and tumbling over each other, clearly exhausted from drills. She looked exhausted too. Her cloak was stained with dirt and her voice sounded hoarse as she shouted corrections. Still, she looked like herself. Strong. Untouched by fear. I lifted my voice. “Hey! Cassidy!” She spun so fast you would think someone threw a spell at her. The moment she saw me, her expression melted into relief. She hurried forward, her steps light even though

I whispered in a raspy voice and closed my eyes, dreaming of her beautiful face. *** [CASSANDRA’s Point of View] My eyelids flutter from the dazzling light coming from somewhere. I felt something soft on my back. I wasn’t tied anymore, and the pain of my wounds was finally gone. All that was left was the throbbing pain in my head that made me grimace. I felt the soft pillows, I smelled the scrumptious scent of someone making breakfast, and my stomach grumbled so bad it made me dizzy.

Matthias is all that and more to the Pack and to the Alpha. My father nods and places his finger on the intercom. "Thank you. Please escort her in." A few moments pass in tense silence until Matthias opens the door to the office, Layla trailing behind him with her hands clasped in front of her. He places his hand on her back and guides her in. "Sit." He growls at her and for a split second of weakness, I almost feel kind of bad for the she-wolf. You won't be able to find a single wolf in Blackwater who isn't more than fond of Willie. She is fated to be our next Luna after all, even though she isn't yet aware.

Oliver looked a lot like our mom too but I take after my dad. I let the tears fall off my face and I wanted to reach out to her but I couldn't I couldn't touch her I couldn't let her touch me so I reverted back to the window. "I know you're in there. I know you are there; you have to fight for me, Cassi. Please fight for me and come back; I need you. We need you" Her words hurt. I'm not in here anymore I don't know where the Casey they knew is anymore. Probably still in Africa. Maybe she died when her brother and bestfriend did.

The entire pack knows that my Alpha mate, Cassian Blackhowl, treasures me more than his own life. Against everyone's objections, he chooses me, an Omega, to be his mate. Before we form a mate bond, I suffer from a blood disease and hover at death's door. Cassian searches the world, draining his fortune, just to find someone with a blood type that matches mine so that I can have a transfusion to save my life. He stays by my bedside for months, never leaving, until I finally recover.

POV MADDISON "Drop your weapons, boys," Alistair Blackwood commanded, his voice holding the absolute weight of a god presiding over a court of mortals. "Or my men will paint this marble with the Miller girl’s blood. And I’d hate to lose my future grandchild before the first trimester is even complete." "Don't do it, Ethan!" I yelled, my fingers tightening against the cold steel of my submachine gun, though the red laser sights of four different rifles were currently dancing across my chest and stomach. "He won't let us leave this fortress alive anyway. He’s a psychopath!"

That is why they only know that they are twins. He said and I glared at Hendrick who did exactly the same with Cassie. Agent Wolf: After a month in ICU, she was taken to the operation theater in emergency. Doctor came out with a beautiful baby girl in her arms. It was Cassie. But then they told me that Sandra did not survive. She died and I took Cassie in. My mother set me up with Christy because she thought I was wasting my life with sorrows of a woman who was never mine. As it was told that Sandra married Kara on her free will. It was also a lie that her grandmother had told everyone. I never thought Christy could become a monster.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.