Books By Cassandra King Novels & Stories

CASSANDRA The whisper swells, each day a little more, like a dark tide rising in the heart of the damp walls that never recedes, crawling through the narrow corridors, hissing between the twisted bars, slipping into the breathless whispers of the cafeteria, until it saturates the very air, so that we no longer speak only of the princess who has fallen from her pedestal, but of me, Cassandra, the one who does not bend, the one already called the bite, the one who laughs when the blood spurts and pain becomes spectacle.

We drank like men who had just rolled a boulder down a hill and were waiting to see what it crushed. That night, I went to bed with my phone on the nightstand, news updates still lighting the screen every few minutes like a heartbeat. I didn’t sleep deeply. I slept in fragments. In between, I thought about Cassandra. I thought about her in Richard’s wing, trapped in a palace that wasn’t hers anymore, caught between a king’s demands and Ivana’s cruelty and a nation’s hunger. I thought about her parents, their estate burned, their name dragged through mud. I thought about the way she had run into my arms in that old room, like nothing else mattered for a moment, like she could finally breathe.

“I will have none of that disrespect toward Reyna, not when she’s your brother’s second chance at happiness.” Cassandra makes an annoyed sound at the back of her throat. “I just find it odd why the Goddess would bless our brother, an Alpha King, with someone who is so undeserving of him. She comes from nothing and has nothing to offer Cassian. What good is she to him and this kingdom?” My heart stills in my chest at Cassandra’s words and how absolutely cruel they are. Everything I have ever doubted about myself has just been spoken out loud and by the look on her face, she has no intention of taking it back.

Once Zane is out of sight, I walk into the forest; I need to speak to my sister and make her aware of everything that has happened tonight. Gabriel pov Within a week, Cassandra accomplishes what she sets out to do. She is now our Queen. Entering the throne room, I notice she is in a foul temper, “What is the matter, Cassandra?” She snarls. “The Vampire King won't confirm if he is coming”’. “What about the Werewolf king and the Unseelie representative?” “I have had word from them. They will be here by the end of the day.” Cassandra doesn't know I've seen Andras leaving her chambers. Andras has a taste for Fae's blood, and my queen is always happy to have him feed on her; what I love most abou

She doesn't want the King to know that her sickness is getting worse because she doesn't want him to worry too much She decides to tell him everything tonight, to let him know that she is not from this world, but a world in the future. *** The King's chamber ... The door creaks open and Queen Cassandra walks in, she looks weak but tries to hide it and she is beautifully dressed. She smiled at the King who widened his arms to welcome her. She hugged the King who kissed her forehead. She never knew that she would find someone that would love her so much. "Someone is looking so beautiful tonight." the King said, still smiling. Cassandra let out a weak smile.

“Uhm, you were the one who told our King that you don’t want to do anything about her Savage part. You told him that he could go to hell. You hated him so much that you kept on rejecting his proposal.” Damn… “I-I did?” I said as if I didn’t remember what she was saying but the truth was, I was nervous as hell. What else did Sabrina do to their beloved king? “Yes,” she said. “But we don’t want to discuss it now. My king was happy now that you finally accepted him,” Cassandra replied, obviously happy. “O-oh I see,” I said, nervously. “Uhm so what if uhm for example someone fooled your King,” I said which made Cassandra’s brows furrowed.

Cassie was a queen deposed, her kingdom a scorched earth. And I was the chronicler, the tender of the ruins, bound to the fallen monarch by a kiss of death. We did not speak. We did not move to dress. We simply sat in the expanding silence, listening to the echo of what we had done to each other. The first light of dawn began to filter through the high windows, a pale, sickly gray. It did not bring hope. It only illuminated the scene with cruel clarity: the empty bottles, the discarded clothing, the stains on the carpet, the human forms broken and arranged around a meaningless green glass idol.

Winter Kingdom Cassian In two hours, I will marry Rosa, the princess of the Autumn Kingdom, I don't love her, but since we were children, we were already engaged, and now the time has come for us to get married, in those times we didn't have the freedom to decide the direction of our lives, we were used as toys. I could even face my father to choose my destiny, but the person I had never loved was already gone. It had been a year since my mother passed away, that was my worst day of my life, nothing else mattered to me or my life, but when I saw the situations that my people live, it gave me courage to be a good king. Today, besides my wedding, is also my coronation. I decided I wanted both

“In his chambers. In his bed.” Elianna’s pulse quickened. She kept walking, head high, determined to reach the safety of her own room before the fragile spell of the morning shattered. “It’s none of your concern.” Cassandra moved faster. In one fluid motion she seized Elianna’s arm, yanked her sideways, and slammed her against the stone wall. The impact jarred Elianna’s spine; the breath punched from her lungs. Cassandra’s fingers closed around her throat, nails biting. “You think a single night makes you queen?” she hissed, breath hot with jealousy. “You’re nothing—an orphan plucked from mud. The King will tire of you, and when he does—”

She couldn't fail. Ruby heard a burst of rich laughter at her poor attempts at seduction. Her gaze went to him, pleading. "Is it time for my punishment yet?" She asked eagerly. She loved choking on his juicy cock. "No. Not tonight. Come." He beckoned her. "The Unseelie King was successful. He brought us a gift." "What?" It must be something valuable if Uzza was in high spirits. "The blood of the mated queens." The leader of the fallen said reverently.