Cass Supernatural Novels & Stories

Chuckling, I nodded my head, "of course." "The supernatural world is real, Clarissa. Those stories you read and write. It is all true... well, most of it. Humans have watered down truths over the generations, but the basics are still valid. Brantley, Antonio, and I; are all supernatural creatures. There are a lot of us out there. Many species are coexisting together." She replied softly, "You are not crazy, Clarissa." "So, what are you? A fire demon or something?" I asked as Alyssa burst into laughter, shaking her head.

I should have known that nothing good was going to come out of that meeting. Especially after I had walked in and everyone else had either looked at me like I was a lamb to be offered up to slaughter or just had pure unadulterated disgust for the fact that I was human. Living with Cassius had already given me enough hindsight into how the supernatural world saw us. To them, we were nothing more than cattle. To be bred, used, and discarded whenever we outlived our usefulness. I wondered if it was the same way for Damien. Was that how he also saw humans? That we are something to be discarded after using us…

I didn't want her to be in danger, or to have to deal with the consequences of our actions. The next day, I brought Cassie breakfast and coffee before her morning class. I knocked on her door to find it opened by the little blonde one, she introduced herself as Sarah again quickly, and I was thankful for her understanding. She apologized for her messy hair, and I apologized for not bringing her a coffee as well. I hand her the almond milk macchiato I had gotten for Rita. “Oh Rita can’t have dairy though.” She pouts, “but I can!” She nabs the drink from my hand and knocks on Cassie’s door for me.

So I let Trisha know, so she would let Isaac know, so Isaac would let Brandon know and he would do whatever he wanted with it. Brett would call once a week, and his updates kept getting better and better: no new scuffles, Kujo was healthier and stronger than ever, Gina and the children were happy to have been left alone at last, and nobody suspected the male spirit cussing and threatening night visitors in the Rockwell Tunnels wasn’t the infamous Skippy. Quaker Hall was active as hell, and the haunting there was getting more aggressive by the week. Like the dark entities were pissed off about something.

"He-I think we broke up." The bed creaks when she sits on the edge beside me. "Because of you being here?" I nod, blinking back tears. "Yeah, he uh thought I'd let a vamp drink..." Can't finish the words. He knows that my folks had been attacked by something in the woods that night when I was little. How on Earth would he believe I would hook up with a supernatural after a few days of being here? "Bastard." She clicks her tongue ring against her teeth. Purple strands are woven into her dark hair and slide across her cheek from the ceiling fan and she brushes them back.

Cassians's POV The secretary knocked on the door to my office, there was the bell, but because he'd thought that the loud sound of the bell might distract me, he chose to knock instead. "You have a call, Mr Cassian," he said and walked in his hand a phone towards me. " Good day Mr Cassian," the voice said timidly from over the phone. I replied with a grunt while I continued to look through the papers in front of me. " This is from the hotel you came to some months ago and we are calling to make sure that all is fine, one of our employees after cleaning the room, reported that there were blood stains on the bed, which could be a sign of bodily harm," he said and gulped in heavily.

Yet, she clung to hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness. But this creature was different. Its humanoid form seemed to mock her, its very presence a blasphemy. Cassy's heart raced, her soul trapped in a living hell as she awaits her fate. <><><><> “Can you smell that?” stopping on his track Jayantha asks his assistant and beats behind him.

she taps my hand and I drop her, she holds her throat coughing “I can help you with that, in a few wheeze days the undead will see the flames and go to it and climb their way out and up, they will make up your numbers my lord, by the time the entire sky is covered by darkness, you will have your army” I laugh, the disbelief runs so deep that I can do nothing more than laugh “you say this as though you know how to take control of the undead, they are the undead Cass which means they have no soul which means they can not be controlled! They are the damned! You have open a way for them to get free and throw the world into turmoil! Even though I wish to take over! I wish to take over with order!

I follow his line of sight and see Cass standing there. Her long black hair is damp and in a messy bun and she is wearing shorts and a pastel pink sweater that has slipped down her shoulder. It’s her eyes that have me gasping for breath. They are lifeless, like doll’s eyes. It is like she is back to how she was when she was trying to survive. Andros stands and so do I. He moves to her and hugs her, but she doesn’t hug him back. He pulls away from her and she is something else entirely now. The old Cassandria Bristol-Romano is dead and in her place is someone who I don’t recognise.

Vulture said. “Which makes her more dangerous,” Sokolov added. Petrov poured himself a drink. “Do you ever think we’d be here? From mafia kings to… spellcasters and bloodwalkers.” “I didn’t,” Bain replied. “But I also didn’t think I’d have a wife. A son. And another on the way.” Cassie entered then, her pregnant form glowing softly with protective sigils. Cassian ran to her, hugging her leg.