Cassandra Savage Novels & Stories

Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission. It devours. And the night it all began? It was under glittering chandeliers, in a ballroom that smelled of champagne and secrets—the night I first saw Zane Wilde. ---- The ballroom glittered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, the hum of laughter and clinking glasses weaving a symphony of luxury and power. The air smelled faintly of roses and money, a heady mix that belonged to a world I didn’t often step into.

She had too much already and she had to let some go, too much was happening. ‘’Sandy’’ his charming voice called out to her. While others would often call her Cassie or Sandra, he chose Sandy. She loved it and so did her dad. ‘’Coming’’ she replies, covering her wet body with the bathrobe. Her hair was wet to the core. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she did not need to be told he was aware of everything. ‘’Come’’ he pulls her to the bed. Cassandra was too tired to protest. On the other hand, she had friends who out of the blue suddenly turned into enemies. She would have believed them if not for the fact she has lived long enough to know they are no good. While she was certain Kelly and

he says. Samuel and Rachael come out of the car to answer the woman. Cassandra stands at 6’2ft with wavy brown hair. She wears a grey crop top exposing her smooth and flat belly. Her green eyes stares with confidence and her full lips announce its beauty. She looks into Samuel’s eyes, “You don’t smell like a vampire” she says. Samuel ignores her, “You are the alpha?” he asks her, “Yeah”. “I need you to take her with you. Protect her, keep her safe”

I don’t actually know how she runs with those things. She launches herself, flying in the air about to crash into Stacey, who rolls again before jumping up. “Go,” she cries to the others who stand there awkwardly. She’s on her feet. Her hand reaches for her. dagger she stuffed into her leggings only to realise that it’s flown from her landing in the bush several yards away. “This will be good. I can’t tell who I want to win here, they're both so sexy,” Xantiago comments, chuckling in his seat. “I think that little one has got some spunk. I bet she plays dirty in more ways than one,” Silas adds as my jaw clicks. You have no idea.

Sasha was wearing black boots that added two to three inches to her height. 'What are you all doing here?' Cassandra asked while wiping her tears behind her eye glasses. She had difficulty seeing anything with her glasses off. ' What do you think, you b*tch?' Sasha snickered at Cassandra. She was already thinking the worst out of this situation. Her mother wasn't staying home this time of the week. She was out of town on a date with her new French boyfriend. And the only person she told this about is her boyfriend. That only means one thing, he told them when to attack her alone. 'Now girls, I don't want to be a part of this. And call me when you get finished.' he said and went past Cassandr

Lydia is a mega-successful YouTuber whose makeup videos have catapulted her to a goddess-like status on the internet. "The sooner you get back on the bike, the better," Cassandra added, flicking her long blond hair over her shoulder as she pulled up the collar of her signature leather jacket. In the five or six years Eden's known her, she's never seen her in a dress. Not even once. For a self-proclaimed tomboy, Cassandra was effortlessly chic, and with her tall slim physique and delicate features, she could pull off any look.

She was physical, flesh and blood, her hands moving delicately, methodically over the keyboard. She turned her head, looking directly into the camera feed as if she could see right through the titanium door an inch from Ethan’s face. She smiled—a cold, terrifyingly familiar expression. Ethan’s grip on the kinetic rifle faltered. The billionaire king, the man who anticipated every move, the man who bent the reality of the world to his will, took a staggering step backward. "Mother?" Ethan whispered. Cassandra Vale, the architect of the Entity, the woman who had burned in a tragic car accident ten years ago, smiled into the camera.

And then, she saw Cassandra. Cassandra Reyes stood near the entrance, a vision in a sleek, black gown that clung to her every curve, her dark hair pulled back in a sophisticated updo. She was surrounded by a small group of executives, her laughter ringing out, confident and melodic. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, swept across the room, and for a fleeting moment, they landed on Isabelle. A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise, then a narrowing of her gaze, a subtle tightening of her smile. The silent challenge was clear.

​The metallic tang of fresh blood choked the air around the sacred altar, yet not a single priest dared to draw near. In the center of the hall, Elenor, the wielder of the greatest holy power, stared blankly at her chest. It had just been riddled with stabs from a silver dagger. Only five minutes ago, her heart had been torn apart, but now, it beat once more. ​The sickening sound of knitting flesh and mending bone echoed through the silent hall. The gaping wound closed slowly until her skin was smooth again, leaving behind only a white gown drenched in thick, crimson fluid.

Inside: one last flash drive. Labeled “Venom Protocol – Do Not Deploy.” Her fingers hovered. Then wrapped around it. Sophie stepped onto the Tribunal stage — no camera filter, no digital edit. Just her. “Cassandra was designed to erase me. But you can’t erase someone who’s already burned.” She paused. “I’ve made mistakes. But they were mine. Not coded. Not faked. Not weaponized.” She turned to the press gallery. “If they’re willing to lie in my voice, imagine what they’ll do in yours.”