Blackwatch Cassidy Novels & Stories

Theresa wheezed, rushing over to kneel beside me with her soft hands moving comfortingly inside my hair. I gasped, tears filling my vision as I scrambled away from the woman who towered above me like a wraith, her narrowed hazel eyes and long blonde hair billowed around her shoulders like waterfalls. “Listen to me, Elizabeth Milkhart, because I will only repeat this over your grave.” Cassandra Blackwood hissed, pointing one crooked black claw at me as a scream lodged in my throat.

After I heard the conversation Miles Blackwood had with his friend, Bjorn Nolan, I pretty much had to lean against the wall for support to keep myself upright. "Cassidy's lost so much because of you. She nearly died and was almost trafficked for… Anyway, you should treat her better," Bjorn said. Miles was quiet for a while. Then, he said, "Yeah. I've actually been searching for her these past few years." He fell silent briefly before continuing, "I admit I was reckless with the surgery back then. But since I've hurt her, it's only right that I take care of her now. It's my way of atoning."

"Did you know what kind of damage your legacy would cause?" She stepped closer. "You raised a man who learned to fight his battles with walls and silence. Who had to unlearn everything just to feel love again. You don’t deserve to watch over him." With that, she turned sharply and left. But she didn’t see the shadow watching from down the hall. Face to Face The next morning, Cassandra Blackwood was escorted into the conference room by two Blackwood security guards. Claire was already there. "Cassandra," she said coolly.

I found myself asking, too tired to mask the edge in my voice. Mason looked at me carefully, his expression unreadable "He's coming." I didn't respond, just clutched tighter to him and started walking, Tasha following closely behind us. We got to the extraction point where we found a black SUV waiting ideally. We approached it hurriedly, my energy wearing thin with every passing moment. The passenger door swung open and Cassian stepped out. He was dressed in all black, black cargos and black shirt. His hair was disheveled, like ran his hand through it repeatedly and his eyes were sunken.

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

Yelping she falls on the floor and looks behind her, passing me is my son, I looked to see Channing glowing his way towards Vanessa. Canis not far from him, with a smile I get links from each side of this land that everyone has been taken out. “Goodbye Vanessa.” Cassidy POV Only one shot. I know I have it; all I need is the guy to get his idiotic head out, and I'll pull the trigger on him, freeing my grandmother once and for all. "I detest this. Loki has all the fun, and this bullet thing acts for me.' It appears that Serenity will be my least favorite pal for the foreseeable future.

The targeting lasers locked solid on Alexander's pristine white suit. Mara watched the red dots converge. The air pressure in the silo dropped so rapidly her ears popped. Time seemed to fracture, slowing down into agonizing, disjointed frames. If Alexander died here, the Blackwell legacy of blood would be complete. Ethan would cross a psychological threshold he could never return from, fully cementing the sociopath his parents designed him to be. But it was the words blazing on the terminal screen that still echoed in her mind. *SELECTION ORIGIN: CASSANDRA VALE. DATE: SEVEN YEARS AGO.*

She was holding the wires in her shivering hand. Hunter noticed those same scars on her but this time there were scars on her face as well. Her legs gave out as she fell to her knees. She rubbed her chest trying to breathe but no matter how much she tried, she was unable to breathe. Hunter grabbed the first thing that came into his sight. It was the chair as he smashed it on the screen and the computer system; destroying everything as it caught fire. Now he knows why she was there and why the first room was burning. She was there to destroy these tapes.

Her presence is ruining it. "Cas!" she yells again. "Enough!" I grind my teeth, my arms shaking, and look back down to the man. He's stopped moving, dead from blood loss. Snapping his neck won't do anything now. Damn. What a waste. Mariam takes a few steps forward with her hands held out. She licks her lips nervously. "Let him go, Cas," she says slowly. "He's dead. Come on, honey. Come down from that mountain. Follow me down here, please?"

Lucas asked, his voice low and even. Casey hesitated, unsure how to respond to why she fell from the tree into the spring; her gaze darted between Lucas's imposing figure and the darkness beyond the spring, her mind racing. Water droplets clung to her lashes as she weighed her options, her voice caught in her throat. She hadn't seen him in an orphanage before; he must be a member of the M base, but she was unsure of his position in the base. She slowly slid down to hide half of her face underwater calmly so only her calm, cold eyes could be seen.