Cassandra Of Troy Novels & Stories

Cassandra stared at Adrian, her expression torn between anger and wounded pride. “You’re doubting me?” Her voice trembled, thick with emotion. “After everything I’ve done for you, after always being by your side—you’re choosing to defend Rosemary?” Adrian lowered his head, drawing a deep breath. “I don’t know who to trust anymore. But my heart… my heart refuses to believe Rosemary is a fraud.” --- Cassandra slipped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her voice soft, manipulative. “Adrian, you’re mine. Don’t let Rosemary’s shadow destroy us. I’m the one who loves you. I’m the one who’s always supported you. Remember that.”

[A/n: I know my stories are weird with unique characters but just bear with me TT. I love foreshadowing things so much UGH—] Birthday shopping was a bummer. Cassandra comes back home and is introduced to the fashionista Krille DeVuil. She was half Transylvanian, hence the name. Aka... TriBaroness. Because she has been a baroness of three barons, three times to many stitching companies for three times already. Also, fourth time's the lucky charm in her case.

"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 was the only one I needed. After searching for more than a millennium, I had finally found the gifted one. Cassandra was the woman who had been etched in my destiny and the one who deserved to be Luna of my pack, not the other woman. Cassandra bore the mark of the moon and was the only chance I had to escape the curse inflicted on me and my pack by my own mother, the moon goddess.

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?

"I can't go against the moon goddess' choice. I go for who she chooses." "Why did she choose Cassandra?" "The moon goddess has her ways. Cassandra is the reincarnation of Julius. And that can't be changed. Julius her given half of her life to the moon goddess who made a promise to her." "What sort of promise?" "An unbreakable promise." "Julius is beginning to cause issues. Why is she doing that?" "She needs her body back, her life back so she can complete what she started." "She only gave Cass half of her life, not her full life. Why is she trying to get all of her?"

Cassandra walked into the shop, pulling Lara with her. In the room was a group of young girls arguing. They glanced at Lara for a second before they continued with their discussion. "Tessy!" Cassandra called out. A cute and short lady came out from a room. "Cassandra," she answered calmly. "You're here for your gown?" "No, not really but I am here for hers," she pushed Lara forward. Tessy frowned as she caught Lara's scent. "How did you come across this one?" "No questions, Tessy. Take a look at her," she went closer to Tessy. "Make her a gown befitting a queen."

I asked, and the king nodded. "The one who gave you that story is not an old man. She is also a legendary goddess. She is half-vampire and half-werewolf. Her name is Trinity. " The king said. "How did you know her, father?" Sophie asked. "Because she is my younger sister. She's Trinity Monteverde." said the king "If she's our auntie, how come we don't know about her existence?" Sophie asked. "Because she lives in a faraway place that even I have never been to," said the king.

“Name one besides Kassandra.” “Your mother’s name was Lara. She was fair haired, but you get your blue eyes from her. The cleft in your chin. Though on her, it was a slight dimple.” The Horned God’s eyes grow distant, remembering across ages and the slightest curl tugs the corners of his full lips. “She was a Renaissance woman, before such a term was commonly known. Brilliant, charming, a master of languages and social arts, she was a constant challenge to the status quo. She had a fondness for wandering my woods, a soft heart for the weak and the helpless.” He chuckles, “But she could throw a tantrum like no woman I have known before or since. She descended of the royal house of Romulus and

Cassandra squeaked. "The touch of a virgin at dawn, don't you get it?" said the frog. "The sun is coming up now, and a kiss will break the spell that binds me. Trust me, I wish it didn't have to be this way, but I would rather have you than that old rusty Koschei. Now kiss me!" Cassandra was almost eighteen, and she had never kissed anyone, but never in her life had she ever dreamed of her first kiss with a frog. "No!" Cassandra said and got on her knees again, "I don't want to kiss you."