Cassandra King Books Novels & Stories

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

Calvin said looking at her direction before leading her out of the hall. "Kadja you will come with us" Calvin instructed as soon as he set his eyes on the ancient witch. "I do not take orders from you prince. Has the king sent you?" Kadja purred her reply. She was one of the senior witches in the kingdom and the most feared in the three realms. Most times she acted weak and blind but Calvin knew better. She was sneaky and coy. Her eyes shone an unearthly purple as they moved from side to side. A seductress. With her pink full lips, high cheek bones and well pronounced curves. Nobody knew her purpose in life but legend has it that she's an ancient princess roaming the realms looking for her l

|| Third-party POV || The tension in the castle was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering rage. Cassandra stormed into the Alpha King’s private chambers, her golden hair disheveled, her eyes blazing with fury. The grand doors slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty halls. “You cannot do this to Kael!” Cassandra yelled, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. She stood before Darius, her husband and the Alpha King, her fists clenched at her sides.

King Atticus and Queen Karina are long gone, but their descendants have followed in their footsteps. Thanks for reading The Omega's Stand and The Making of a King. If you would like another story in this series let me know. I do plan to step away from werewolf stories for a while. I need some fresh creativity. Love you awesome readers.

She doesn't have a crown, but her hair is softly adorned at the corners with a brooch that sparkles like the purest diamond. Next to her is the King, who is the same height as the woman, with black skin and long blond hair. His chest is practically bare, with a light V-shaped plate in the center that shines like gold, while tiny threads that look like paint are sticking out of his skin. The underside is held up with a gold plate and the shiny blue fabric flows down to the floor, spreading slightly, and you can see that he is barefoot. And the woman doesn't have a crown on her head, it's just adorned with golden touches.

Empty. “Search the entire house,” he roared. Fear rippled through the mansion as men scattered. Bruno stood still, fists clenched, blood roaring in his ears. Was she in danger? Or— Had she tried to run? The thought ignited something primal. “If you’ve tried to escape me,” he muttered dangerously, “I’ll remind you why they call me King of the Underworld.” He stormed into his office and kicked the gift boxes aside, jewelry scattering across the floor like broken promises.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

Sophie woke up with a banging headache. She knew the reason for her headache was due to the fact that she had been overthinking things but she just couldn’t help it. The king was giving her mixed signals. After the night they spent together, she went days alone without seeing or hearing from him. The only people she came in contact with were the maidens who came to give her food. No one else was allowed into the apartment and the maids were still not allowed to speak to her so she couldn’t ask them what was going on in the palace. The king kept his promise though and the maids brought a couple of books for her and also some knitting equipment. She already started reading the books but for kn

They walked along the wall, ignoring the few people present and Ilna's personal guard, who followed a little behind. - You are right about one thing, young lady. There are so many books in this library that no person could read in his entire life. The first volumes appeared here many centuries ago, under the glorious King Gardward. Then I was a young caretaker, and was happy to find myself in such an important position in a new, just built castle. In my human lifetime there have been three kings. The third was Sanader - a powerful vampire. He came to the castle, hiding his essence, and fell in love with the daughter of Kladay, the ruler of western Ligiria, cruel but fair. All this happened b

I ask her. Cassandra snorts and her bright green eyes dart to where the men are standing and discussing. "You mean DancesWith Wolves? That's the most important figure—you really ought to know him, Elizabella." I stare at her. "Alright. Well, who is he?" "The Barbarian King," she whispers. "They call him DancesWith Wolves. I think that Three Horses is thinking of…oh, my." "What?" I hiss. "What is it? What are they saying?"Cassandra ignores me first then said: