Cass Supernatural Novels & Stories

"It's not that easy. I have to deal with her mate first. He won't trust me, because I'm created from dark magic by the enemy" "But you left her side",Cassie argued. "You chose to help us during the last fight. You do not have evil intentions". "How do you know I have no evil intentions?" "I can feel it",Cassie said. "It's the air around you. It isn't malicious". Tabitha smiled a small smile. She liked this girl. "Don't be so trusting ice princess". "Goddess",Cassie said. "I'm the reincarnation of the Ice Goddess. And you can call me Cassie".

Clad in midnight blue robes adorned with silver crescent moons, Cassandra appeared almost otherworldly, her long dark hair framing her regal features. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," Lyra said, her voice wavering slightly as she stepped forward. She hesitated, glancing back at Arthur, who offered her a supportive smile. "I want to learn about the supernatural world, and I've heard that you can guide me." Cassandra studied Lyra for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well, but know that this path is not for the faint of heart." She gestured towards the stone circle. "Come, let me introduce you to my coven."

Cassandra is aware, yet she wants to read more and more about these things. "Cassie? Ugh, girl! Lets go! You wanna walk yourself home or what?" Ravine pats Cassandra, making noise in the silence filled library. The librarian was way off to even give a damn about them. However, she wanted to leave too. If I wasn't for the curious Cassie. Shutting the fat book with a sound, she sighs while smiling. "Huh! Did you know that souls can reincarnate themselves?" Ravine jumps her eyebrow big and up. Of course a sane person wouldn't believe in rebirth or such nonsense.

CHAPTER 24 Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.

Pops I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.

Cassie walked through the dark passage that led to her room and then halted on getting to a door with the Restricted sign boldly written on it. She wondered why her Father had never allowed anyone to get through the door, not even her herself cause getting through the door only meant dead. Seeing it as something that didn't concern her, Cassie angrily left the door and Walked towards her room, she had skipped School and had spend all day trying to prove to her Father that she was ready enough to hunt down a Supernatural.

Claw growled as he snacked on her lower lip. Cassie was supernaturally misplaced in her real sensations once more. Claw was a man who knew what he needed and wasn’t afraid to take it with constrain. It wasn’t something Cassie was utilized to encountering, so having it happen numerous times in twelve hours, and having her feeling like an dazzling ruler, was beginning to make her address each choice she’d ever made in her life.

"The supernatural community is as fractured as human politics, with twice the grudges and ten times the lifespan to nurse them. Start with the girl—figure out what she was and who might want her dead." As they left the precinct, the weight of their new assignment settled over them like a physical burden. The bonds between them hummed with shared purpose and apprehension. "So," Rick said as they reached Casie's department-issued SUV, "our first case as supernatural detectives involves a magical assassin targeting runaway kids. No pressure." "The Sparrow isn't just any assassin," Nathaniel said, sliding into the backseat with practiced ease. "They're a legend among supernatural mercenaries—inv

Whittail giving a sly smile. I swallowed, “Then why don’t people stop this, shut down the school if the ghost are dangerous?” “I do, I stop the people from talking to them. I didn’t realize until it was too late that Miss Zurbrinsky was involved with them,” explained Whittail. “They ask for help and when someone offers it, they draw them in, and cause them to go insane. It’s a shame, Miss Zurbrinsky is the first I lost to them.” He moved closer to me. “Catherine, quit before it’s too late. You are a pretty girl.” He reached for me again. I side-stepped his outstretched hand and walked towards the exit.

"So not only do I have to worry about the Syndicate blowing me up, I have to worry about a stuck patriarch judging me." "He will try to provoke you, and if you show fear or if you let me fight your battles for you, he wins." "Let him come," Cassie said, turning back to them. Her eyes flashed with resolve. "I have handled psychopaths like Cane and put Varga in his place, he won't be any different." She looked at Miriam. "Accept his attendance and put him next to me at the head table." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely," Cassie smiled without humor. "If he wants to test the Luna of the White Wolf Clan, he’s welcome to try."