Cassandra In The Iliad Novels & Stories

“Beautiful, yes. Loyal, yes. But always… calculated. Always performing. There was never a moment where I didn’t feel like you were wearing a mask—even when you were naked.” The words slapped her harder than any physical blow could have. “You don’t mean that,” she whispered. But he said nothing. “I stood by you,” she snapped, voice rising. “When your enemies plotted, I defended you. I cleaned your wounds. I shared your bed, your anger, your hunger. And now you throw me away… for her?” “Yes.” The word came like a final cut. Cassandra’s hands shook. “She’s nothing! A foundling! A mistake wrapped in mystery. You don’t even know what she is!”

“The elders have called a meeting. It’s about the Luna position.” Rollins sighed, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He knew this day was coming, but it didn’t make it any easier to face. “I suppose it can’t be avoided any longer,” he muttered, standing up and straightening his posture. “Let’s go.” The two men walked side by side through the packhouse, passing by members who greeted them with respect. Rollins acknowledged them with nods, though his mind was elsewhere. When they entered the meeting hall, the elders were already seated, their expressions serious. Cassandra was there too, standing near the elders with a confident and composed demeanor. She was the embodiment of strength and

✿Elizabella✿ They both lunge at Mrudulla, but Cassandra was yanked away by Me, and Ivona by Evalyn. I stand up on her cot. "Do you both even realize what you're fighting about? We shouldn't waste our time and friendship on a man. Especially not Barbarian. Mrudulla I know what has happened to you because the same thing happened to me Stay calm it will heal soon! The more you trust more it hurts " Ivona stamps her foot on the ground like a little, spoiled child. "You are—"

Little did he know that Cassandra's visions were not always straightforward, often shrouded in symbolism and open to interpretation. Cassandra, with her piercing gaze and serene demeanor, shared a vision with Zane—a glimpse of a possible future where Claire and Dakota appeared together. The image stirred confusion and longing within Zane's heart, causing him to question the nature of his feelings and the dynamics of his relationships. In this vision, Zane saw himself standing in front of Dakota, and he seem stronger than ever before.

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

Whatever became of Apollo after that belonged to the gods, not to me. We climbed the western stairs together. Beyond the high windows, the cloud sea rolled beneath Olympus, and the first pale flowers of spring opened along the stone ledges though no gardener had planted them there. Our child moved gently inside me, a small living spark that answered no past and owed nothing to regret. Cassian looked down when he felt it, wonder breaking through his usual restraint. For a moment, I saw not the last blood of Hades, not the shadow heir Olympus feared, but the man who had stood before a blade for me and called it simple.

It was Hades. He was drunk and slurring as he complained, "Cassandra, I just realized you're the only one who truly treated me well! Did you know Olivia and I fought today? She called me a useless, disabled piece of shit. She didn't even stop to consider how I ended up like this. "I risked my life to save her and lost my leg in the process. And now, she's mocking me for being a cripple! How could she treat me like that? "Cassandra… you were always so good to me. Even when we argued, you never spoke so harshly. I miss you. I miss the times when we were together…"

I get off her bed and hiss, “I always said I would help you get the throne, but I expected payment.” Cassandra’s hair falls over her shoulders, covering her breasts when she sits up, asking, “What is so special about her?” I say the first thing that comes to my mind, “She reminds me of Allana.” Cassandra huffs, “So, that explains nothing. You had better be more precise if you want me to agree to this.” “Fine, Cassandra, I want to crush her spirit, fuck her senseless and have her bow at my feet.”

I state plopping down on my throne. “We got invitation from heaven”, he states I widen my eyes choking on my drink. “why?”, I ask calming myself. seeing Lucas chuckle I frown. “Its princess Cassandra’s birthday, precisely eighteenth birthday, so her father, king of heaven sent you invitation to attend her birthday party”. He states pressing more on you for my liking. “But why me?”, I ask frowning. “come on Ethan, you are god of wars, we all know that whatever the creatures are of other universe are planning attack after attack on our universe”.

“Don’t worry about me Aling Sonya, I’m used to this. I always want to get involved with everything that concerns the Hacienda.” Cassandra politely answered while she sits on the broken branch laid on the ground. “Hi, Seb!” I froze for a moment before I was able to utter the words “H-hi!”. I saw the stop-what-you’re-doing look from my father so I placed the last mango on the basket and walk towards her. “Are you avoiding me?” her voice sounds suspicious. Her brows arched, hands on her waist. “W–WHAT?!!”