Cassandra Ulysses Novels & Stories

“He might be able to anchor it.” Elias jerked back. “No. I can’t.” “You’re the only one who can,” Cassandra said sharply. “You're the only one with purge residue inside you. It will respond to you.” Elias looked at the sphere—its unstable pulses shaking dust from the ceiling. “If I anchor it… what happens to me?” Cassandra hesitated. Then whispered the truth: “You’ll burn.” Alexander stepped between them. “No! Elias is not dying today—not after everything—”

He crawled, his fingernails clawing at the smooth metal, his bandages soaking through with blue-tinted sweat. He reached a grate overlooking the Throne Room. Cassandra sat at the center. She wasn't a woman anymore. She was a goddess of wire and light, her spine fused into a massive Master Terminal. Dozens of glowing, multi-limbed fiber-optic cables extended from her back like a spider’s web. In her hand, she held the Dreadfang Scepter. Its ruby eye was a bleeding sun, stabilized by the Beast frequency. "You're late, brother," Cassandra’s voice didn't come from her mouth. It came from the walls.

We finally arrived at the threshold of an open doorway and walked in to see a platinum-haired girl standing beside a table that had five file boxes sitting on it. "You haven't even opened them?!" Daniel yelled. The girl turned to look at us, her phone in hand. "No," she said, as if it didn't matter. Daniel groaned and slapped his forehead with his palm. "Cain is going to kill me," he said under his breath. "Arra, this is Ella. Ella, this is Arra," Jai said, introducing us while Daniel fought a migraine. "Hi," she said, waving. I waved back.

Her eyes were cold as her voice. “She arrives first, of course,” one villager muttered, clutching a charm in his pocket. Cassandra’s carriage, shaped like a coiled serpent with crystal windows, gleamed ominously as she stepped in, head held high. Next came Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore.

Cassandra smirked, strolling casually into the room and walking around the edges, trailing her hands along the wall as she did so. “Because that's what you fucking wolves do,” Ella suddenly snapped, “Anyone who isn’t like you, you fucking crush beneath your furry hides until they’ve either submitted to you completely or they’ve eradicated your kind from existence.” Cassandra stopped and tilted her chin arrogantly as she looked down her nose at her. “They do, don’t they.” She purred as she slowly moved a foot forward and kicked over one of the candles that had been so neatly arranged in a circle. She chuckled at the confused and angry expression on Ella’s face and smiled.

her model-like curves silhouetted by the flickering flare light outside. "Give me the boy, Aria," Cassandra said, her voice dripping with "deceptive charm." She held a small, glowing device—a localized scanner. "If I hand him over to New Geneva, they’ll leave Ethan’s assets alone. We can go back to the way things were. You can go back to your little life, and I can have my empire."

CALDER “I have a plan,” Cassandra had said to me one morning, a few months before I married Valentina. It wasn’t the first time she did something like that during the off period of my relationship. I nodded. “Where are we going?” Cassandra took me to this estate—a sprawling property hidden behind thick woods and high walls, far from the prying eyes of whatever neighbors she might have. “Bought it in my brother’s name and all.” When I asked her why she was sinking so much of her money into a place tied to her but not technically hers, she smiled that same crooked smile and said, “I just wanted something off the grid, honey. Something that belongs to me without the world ever knowing.”

Maris stepped back, wiping sweat from her brow. “She’s stable, but barely. Her energy is dropping. Her wolf and her human sides are at war.” Sela closed her eyes and tilted her head as if listening to something in the air. “I can feel her wolf,” she murmured. “But she’s not merging. Cassandra is still rejecting her.” Inside Cassandra’s mind, storm clouds rolled across a shifting horizon. She stood barefoot on a cracked, glowing plain, surrounded by a sea of stars and mist. A figure emerged from the shadows, a massive wolf, white as snow, with glowing silver eyes that bore into her soul.

Even the thought of it was so fascinating. Suddenly, an inevitable urge to kill humans surged into my veins and I flipped the card over a few times as if deciding whether to act on my sudden whim or not. It was a wrinkled piece of cardboard that I had thrown at the bottom of my backpack as soon as I had received it. I didn’t have the time to attend clubs being opened by university students when I had the obligation to run my pack along with my mother, Kendall Clausen. It was what I had been doing since my mother divorced my father, Alpha Arthur Clausen and they separated their ways for good.

Evelyn stood up and walked to the middle of the desks. She took a deep breath, and I followed her lead. “Miss Garrison, have you ever had a one-night stand?” I felt the colour drain from my face. What did this have to do with the case? “Miss Garrison?” “Yes, once.” “Do you remember when you had the one-night stand?” “It was about 2 weeks after I moved here.” “And when was that exactly?” “I moved here on November the 18th last year.”