Cassandra Of Troy Novels & Stories

Even though the depths were said to be a mysterious tainted place within the Third Realm, she had been able to keep herself from giving into the many temptations the depths had thrown at them. Demonya had been tempted too by the power of the depths and willingly gave in. She had received power and was even given a vision of the future of the five realms if she won the war. Yet, Cassandra never gave in and it was also the first time Demonya noticed the difference in her long-time best friend. During the journey she noticed that Cassandra's personality had shifted, it was then that she hailed herself as Kalastra. Granted it was her birth name, but it was also a name that held more meaning than

Then the population can be satisfied that justice has been done. Poor Luna Elle is risking pack tensions out of misguided loyalty for her savage, unsaveable sister. Strangely the flash of silver in her iris made something twist deep inside me. It’s not quite going to the freak show, but she’s certainly unlike any woman I’ve ever met before. Despite her fearsome reputation, everyone went quiet as Cassandra slowly descended the stairs. Her hair is a short, ragged collection of dark brown curls. Yet her high cheekbones caught the light gracefully.

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."

Cassandra's POV After meeting Marcus's sister and finding out what Marcus had been doing to me, it seemed like my world had come to end. Everything was ruined; all my dreams had been shattered, my best friend betrayed me and I was presently pregnant for her boyfriend. I had to move on regardless of all those happenings and without a single doubt, I knew that I couldn't abort my pregnancy. Even if I were to be offered the whole world and even Marcus, I still wouldn't murder my own blood, not to mention killing my child just to please a friend who betrayed me.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

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.

Come in," She whispered to only her hearing. The knock sounded again. When Caitlyn didn't give a response, it opened to reveal a pretty chubby lady dressed corporately. "I knocked twice, miss Caitlyn," She said as she walked in and stood before Caitlyn whose head was bowed. "Miss Caitlyn?" The lady called, raising her voice a little higher. Caitlyn slowly raised her head to reveal a face stained with tears that were still pouring. The lady gasped. "What's the matter, miss Caitlyn?" She was indeed surprised to see Caitlyn in such a condition. The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died.

"The dress. I want to see you. Three days I've been picturing you and I want the real thing. Take it off for me, Zariah. Let me see what I get to keep." She held my eyes. Reached back, found the zipper, drew it down slow. And she did not shrink for anyone, not for the King of Atlanta, not even for the thing she wanted most; she let the dress fall off her shoulders and pool at her feet, and stepped out of it in nothing but a scrap of black lace, and stood there in front of me with her chin up and let me look. "Christ," I breathed. And then I did the thing that had ruined me the first time, on a bathroom floor, the thing I would think about doing for the rest of my life.

Rythan said smoothly, stepping forward, "this is Cassandra. Our university friend. Today's her birthday." "Happy birthday," I said, smiling back with equal pleasantness. "Thank you darling," she said, in a tone that made ‘darling’ sound like something slightly less complimentary. Rythan turned to her. "Cassy…Celine is the Blackthorne triplets' mate." Everything in Cassandra went very still. Like she didn't click for a whole three seconds. Then she turned back to me with that smile perfectly reconstructed. "Oh. You're their mate." Her eyes moved over me, slowly, deliberately, from the red dress to the crystal heels and back up. "How...interesting."

I paused, looking at her and then again at Jorah. “She speaks the truth, Luna," Jorah sneered, relaxing slightly as he lowered his sword. “She is Cassandra. The one that the prophecies refer to as ‘The Future Luna’ or ‘The Fated Cure.’ She has the healing power of the Lycans. She could’ve saved everyone but instead chose to flee her fate. She has been hiding for years.” “Huh?"