Cassandra Wolfe Novels & Stories

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

Cassandra prioritized human life above everything else. She closed her car's door, walking to Selena who was leaning against the hood of her Bugatti Chiron, “I suppose you don’t have a light?” Selena shook her head, her eyes stuck on the ring adorning her finger, “I don’t smoke, Ms. Kir.”

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s. Charly loves to travel and experience new places

She made it halfway across the courtyard before someone blocked her path. A senior girl. Tall. Blonde. Perfect posture. Her mark was a wolf head. Detailed. Beautiful. Alpha rank for sure. "Luna Eclipse." Not a question. A statement. "That's me." "I'm Cassandra. Fourth year. I wanted to talk to you about the video." Luna's guard went up. "What about it?" "I think it's garbage. Manipulated footage designed to make you look bad. And I wanted you to know not everyone buys it." That was unexpected. "Thank you?"

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Another man stood with him… Carter, one of his oldest friends and former patrol Beta from Ashenclaw. I would have walked away normally. But then I heard her name. Aluna. I froze immediately. Wilson leaned heavily against the desk, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face while Carter watched him carefully. “You need to stop thinking about her,” Carter said quietly. Wilson laughed once. A bitter sound. “You think I don’t know that?” My stomach tightened instantly. Carter frowned. “She’s married now. She’s the Queen of Wolves.” “I know what she is,” Wilson snapped. Silence followed briefly.

As Cassandra walked her way into the office, every staff member who came her way greeted her politely. She was not only the heir to the William empire and chains but also the wife of the wealthiest nation treasure, Carlson Cobswell. Alex walked behind her with her bag while her now secretary Rick Sandals, gave her the necessary updates. Cassandra walked into her office and every document needing urgent attendance was played on her table

"It doesn't matter. Think what you want, as long as you're happy." His casual response made Cassandra fume with anger, causing her to stand up and storm off. Damn it! How could she let an insignificant nobody make her so angry? What a disgrace! She was Cassandra Spencer, southern Drakonia's top medical prodigy! Taking a deep breath, she patted her chest to calm herself down. She reminded herself not to stoop to the level of a mere supporting character. She returned to her seat, turning her face away to avoid looking at Frederick's annoying face.

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

The Wolverine made it hard for them to heal so, she was having the upper hand. She managed to slice his shoulder and the other wolves backed away afraid. Cassandra used this moment of hesitation to shoot and cut one of its legs. It fell on the ground, screaming in pain. Cassandra grabbed another knife and rushed in for the kill. She stabbed the wolf right in the eye making it scream even louder. She felt like crying but she didn't. Instead she kept fighting the last wolf. She pushed the knife in deeper and dug deep enough to hit its heart. It finally let go of her arm and collapsed to the ground, dead before it reached the ground.