Cassandra Savage Novels & Stories

*** When they got out of their cars in front of Jeremy’s mansion, they met yet another challenger who stood between them and the entrance. This one was Katie Steven, a drop-dead gorgeous black lady, who was not only a warrior but was also a famous model. She wore the tiniest jeans shorts, a sexy black tube top that covered just her boobs, and no footwear. She obviously meant business. “Katie…” Stan bellowed. Katie was on his squad. She was one of his best warriors and he sure as hell didn’t want Jeremy or Philip wounding her.

“They must be nice. She isn’t crying.” “Not like that nasty one who hit her.” I narrow my eyes and look at Tessa. “Camila hit you?” Her eyes go wide and she cups her cheek as if remembering the sting. “We’ll deal with that later,” I say, stepping away from Tessa and addressing the forest. “My name is Reagan Holstin. Do you know who I am?” I hear gasps. “Did she say Holstin?” “Like the Guardians.” “Oh this pack is in for it.”

I was dating this woman, so I was on cloud nine! And in addition to having a cute, delightful face, her body was killer too. Cassandra, often Cass for short, was a former gymnast and rightfully so she had the body that came with it. Muscled, toned, and athletic. Amazing in an orange thong. Or any thong, for that matter. She still did gymnastics multiple times a week, but not on an Olympic scale like she did when she was younger. Her sunny disposition in life made everyone who met her like her. How could you not? And yet, I was the one who had scored this hot-bodied, genuinely nice person.

She responds to my previous question. "Agree to disagree," I lift a shoulder, "You look good though." My eyes take in every inch of her body, she's wearing a white backless dress that barely covers her ass with black thigh-high boots. Hot. "Aw, thanks." She looks down at her outfit. I don't know if I've said it before but Cassandra Richardson is smoking hot, like Hollywood hot, she can be the face of a runway model, actress, singer and get away with it.

“Just so you know, I don’t like you. There’s something about you that infuriates me. You look really lifeless. If you're planning to betray him, just a friendly reminder: Dmitri will kill you before you escape.” I furrowed my brows in confusion, caught off guard by her declaration. “What?” “My intuition is never wrong. You don’t look like one of us. I just can’t prove it yet.” Whatever. I didn’t bother to retort. Soon, Ivanos returned with our orders. He hadn’t gotten anything for himself—just us. All of a sudden, Sofia sprang up when her phone buzzed with a notification. “I need to use the restroom.” Ivanos attempted to follow her like a little puppy following its master.

She might run away and choose to live as Cassandra Hudson forever. “There is no need to apologize. So, you have been watching me?” I asked when I finally managed to construct a goddamn sentence. She beamed. “I do! I’ve always been mesmerized with the wolves and it’s my honor to finally meet one! I’m Cassandra Hudson, by the way. I don’t have my calling card with me but I’m a photographer. My friend is here. She is a gallery director, she could vouch for me. And since this chance doesn’t happen often, I would like to try my luck tonight. Alpha, is it okay for me to take a photo of you?”

I walk over to the table. “Can I help,” I ask. One of the witches turns and smiles at me. “Of course Alpha Simon.” She says warmly, “my name is Cassandra but everyone calls me Cas.” Her hair is cherry red against her ivory skin. Her eyes are green like the color of algae. She is maybe sixteen. She point to her friend. “This is Cilie she doesn’t talk much,” The girl lifts her head and smiles at me. Shock runs through my body. She has a scar going down the side of her face. She is only about nine, maybe ten. Who did that to her?

“I don’t like them either especially after what she did to you.” I chuckle at the way her lips curled into a snarl. “Nothing I’m not used to.” Lila focuses on me, eyes sullen. “You shouldn’t be used to that. They are evil people.” She frowned. “Are you talking about us?” Cassandra’s annoyingly high-pitched echoed throughout the space. Cassandra wore a hot-pink latex mini dress, brushing wavy curls over her shoulder. She was going for barbie and instead looked like a highlighter. Meeting her overly zealous stare, taking a sip of my coffee.

Cameron, Dante, and Lux accompany her as advisors and security. They arrive at the neutral location—an abandoned warehouse on unclaimed territory—to find Julian Blackfang already present. He's in his fifties, built like a fortress, radiating old-school alpha dominance. Beside him stands Raven. Cassandra Blackfang is beautiful in a sharp, dangerous way. Nineteen years old, dark hair, eyes that calculate threat assessments in seconds. She wears black leather marked with raven feathers and carries herself like someone who's never doubted her right to power.

my voice states with an absolute, freezing calm that makes the entire lecture room drop into a dead, awkward silence. "Zafira—! You cannot just leave our discussion like this!" Selka screams as she bursts through the doors behind me, her cheeks burning with absolute humiliation as the other students realize the stunning goddess standing before them is the exact same girl they used to mock for wearing heavy black face-clay. "So what if her pelt looks hot today? Her brain is still an unranked airhead who probably used dirty tricks to slip into the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium," a sharp, scornful snort rips through the silence from the front row.