Cassandra In The Iliad Novels & Stories

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.

He was well stricken in age, but his presence commanded respect. “On your knees,” he ordered and she obeyed, lowering her height. He removed the veil from her hair, picked up an urn, and began. “This vessel is contained with the ashes of our traitors.” He opened the lid and let the dusty fragments rain on her. He stated “Now, you wallow in the fate of those who betray us, your family” Cassandra’s skin crawled. The grit clung to her lashes, her lips, slid against her throat. Goosebumps appeared over her arms, and her stomach knotted with a nauseating sensation. But she stayed rooted, enduring until the last grain fell.

Cassandra knelt on the grass while she wept. "My child, I choose you because you are you. I choose because I know you can do it," Moon Goddess said, and she gently rubbed her back. "B—but I'm good as d—dead. I'm useless," Cassandra said while she hiccupped. "My child, do you believe in miracles?" Moon Goddess asked her. Cassandra was full of confusion while looking at her. She doesn't know what the goddess means. The goddess bestowed her a smile once again, and memories flashed before her eyes.

Cassandra beat Grandma Adella to preparing breakfast that morning. She enjoyed the older woman’s meals but wanted to prepare something for Eros. She had never made a meal for him before. Also, she wanted it as a bribe to see her father. She was whisking the eggs when Eros came bounding into the kitchen. He was shirtless, and the sight of his biceps distracted Cassandra a little. He had been flaunting his chest lately, and Cassandra didn’t understand why. Was he trying to seduce her, or was he trying to remind her of how much sex appeal he has?

"We end this together." The first howls pierced the air, and I saw them emerge from the treeline – Cassandra's army, led by that psychotic bitch herself. My blood boiled at the sight of her, remembering how she'd manipulated Lila, how she'd ordered Lucien to lure Adeline to her death. Cassandra was the epitome of evil, her silver hair flowing like a banner of war as she stood at the forefront of her army. Her wolves spilled out from the forest like a black tide, their snarls carrying across the plains as they charged toward us.

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

Landen whispered as if there was a chance she had tracked us down and was right behind us but hiding behind the bushes. Which, to be honest, wasn't far off. Cassandra was not above these things. She had once followed one of her father's guards to his mistress's house and had found out that the guard and mistress were spying for a neighboring pack. She was also in love with the guard; finding out he and his mistress were traitors was just a bonus for her revenge plan. "Yes, she is insane, but she is also kind and organized and wants the best for me; she always has."

"Let them in. She said... she said it could decouple me. I want to feel your hand without smelling my own skin burn, Kaelor. I need this." The doors hissed open. Cassandra stepped in, flanked by two guards in sleek, white polymer armor. She didn't look like a politician. She moved with a calculated, rhythmic grace, her eyes scanning the room like a predator gauging a cage. "Prince Aradaa," she said, her voice smooth as polished glass. "You look... exhausted. The city is a heavy burden for one heart to carry." "Save the poetry," Kaelor growled, stepping between her and the chair. "Show us the machine."

I quickly reach for the bed table and grab the sterile scissors there, missing the shocked look my mate sent me across the room as Samuel pulled her inside the wars closet. Just as he was about to shut the door and lock them both inside, the door burst open and Cassandra is standing there. In her hands, she's holding one of the heads of the many soldiers she had killed. I thought she wouldn't have been able to surprise me further with her sudden appearance and admirabke qualities of being able to fight through a crowd of well armed guards when she raised the head and took a large bite out of it before she tossed it a day, chewing with blood running down the sides of her lips.

No! There was no time to think, no time to react. The end was inevitable. I couldn’t believe Raymond had made it through hell and back, only to die just as we were reunited. But then, out of the shadows, Cassandra appeared. Her once-beautiful gown was now a ripped up mess. Her body was covered in wounds. She, too, looked like she’d been through hell. But the fire in her eyes was as fierce as ever. Without hesitation, she threw herself in front of us, blocking Malcolm’s aim.