Cassandra Iliad Novels & Stories

The air between them crackled with tension. Elena whispered to Rowan, “Something happened between them.” Rowan nodded slightly. “Something big.” Victor spoke again. “You built Helios.” The words made everyone freeze. Lucian’s head snapped toward Cassandra. “…You’re the founder?” Cassandra didn’t deny it. Instead she gave a slow, knowing smile. “Surprised?” Lucian rubbed his forehead. “Not really.” Rowan’s voice hardened. “So Helios isn’t some secret elite network.”

I am Lilith Black, the daughter of Catherine and Joseph, this isn't who they raised me to be, I might be a demon with angel blood, but I am no killer, in fact killing them will probably do more harm than good, “Do you honestly think this is great timing to read me a bedtime story Stefan, mother told a lot of stories, so if we could be a little more specific,” “The one about the Trojan War,” “The same one about a group of bitches arguing about who is prettier than whom?” “Goddesses... They were goddesses Damon but yes, do you remember who started the quarrel,” I know this story— my father would tell me multiple times, it was one of my favorites, and each time I heard it, it always felt like t

Cassandra, a beautiful woman with long brown hair and black eyes wearing a red dress stood in the front of the Olive mansion. Her heart fluttering with anticipation to see her dear friend as she knocked on the door. It had been months since they last met, and the weight of their separation had only grown heavier with time. Elaine had always been a pillar of strength and unwavering optimism, but Cassandra couldn't shake off a nagging feeling that something was amiss. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Elaine's tired but still radiant face. A flicker of surprise crossed her features before giving way to an exuberant smile. "Cassandra! I've missed you so much," she exclaimed, pulling

Cassy remarked with a face filled with doubts on what Catherine had just invited her to, Cassandra Diaz, who's been trained since young on how to be an elite woman.... Shutting everything about some things common people do Like going into a carnivals.... The first and last time she went into one, it's because of Alicia who is so bent on visiting a carnival, in secret of course since the Olivera's doesn't allow her to go into one Cassandra would choose to watch some orchestras and classical plays, which somehow she's force to like it because of her family

the woman who was having sex with DJ said in a loud voice and made her turn around. "Cliterella..." she walked forward and spoke. "Oh, Mrs Wilson... I never knew you're here," Cliterella spoke calmly, a ghost of a smile in her lips. "I was sleeping with your pet because my husband..." the lady was interrupted by Cliterella herself when she said, "Get up, pet. Get to practice, everybody..." she then turned to the lady and spoke, "You come in my office. I don't want to scare my toys," with that she patted the head of DJ and turned to walk... with Sierra immediately following her and after a second the lady joined them too.

Begging her underlings to save her. The other Elder’s were no use. Having gargled on formaldehyde they were flailing, cutting themselves on the sharp onyx fragments. We all watched her kick out in disgust at one bleeding Elder. “Get up! You’ll be fine! Get up now!” she hissed “Find Cassandra! Find her right now! GUARDS! Someone with a fucking brain!” Then, just as my amazing, flaming cannonball of chaos had described, in extreme detail on the floor of my underground cathedral, Cass appeared on the far, sea-facing side of the cliff top, alongside a deafening rumble and flash of lightning across the sky.

“As though struck by a lovespell, Poseidon seized Cassandra against her will, bewitched by her beauty. Yet beneath that delicate facade burned defiance and unyielding loyalty to her father and her people.” Thalasso’s voice grew heavy, echoing in the chamber. “Cassandra could never be Poseidon’s… no matter how richly he clothed her, no matter the jewels he poured at her feet. For her heart was not his to win…” ”…You see, her heart already belonged to another. A prince of Athens, Nikandros, heir to a noble house sworn to her father’s banner.” He paused, his eyes narrowing as the holographic image of Cassandra shimmered before them.

“This is the part they hide.” Eli appeared from the steam like a ghost, his coat uncreased, his smile unreadable. “Welcome to the underbelly,” he said lightly. “You wanted cracks in the Citadel? Here they are.” Abigail’s hand twitched near her knife. “You still haven’t told us why you’re helping.” “Because sometimes,” Eli said, tilting his head, “it’s fun to see how the game shifts.” He led them through a side corridor, past rusted doors and flickering lamps, until they came to a hatch marked with faded symbols. Two quick knocks. The door opened a slit, wary eyes peering out.

"The one guy you killed only would have known about this castle if someone with Lycan connections told him about it." Cain stood in silence for a few minutes as he tried his hardest to fit the pieces in a puzzle and formulate a plan. "Put the search for the missing men on hold," he said. "Get Ella and Priya to help you look for any link between these men. Use whatever means necessary." Jai and Daniel exchanged wary looks. "How do you think Ella's going to feel about pausing the search for her missing and presumed dead grandfather to dig into the past of a man who tried to kill her?" Daniel asked

Her stomach lurched, and her senses reeled as she tumbled through the unknown, her fate hanging precariously in the balance. Kayla landed hard on the cold, stone floor, her palms scraping against the rough surface. As she struggled to sit up, she realized that she was surrounded by flames. Towering infernos danced around her, casting flickering shadows on the walls. But despite the intense heat, she felt no pain, no burning sensation. It was as if the fire couldn't touch her. Her gaze wandered to a magnificent throne, carved from a single block of black marble. The throne seemed to absorb the light around it, radiating an aura of dark power.