Cassandra Wolfe Novels & Stories

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.

Lena chose a secluded corner table, hoping for privacy as she prepared to confront the woman who had been a part of her husband’s hidden life. As the clock approached noon, Cassandra walked into the café, exuding an air of confidence and elegance. She was dressed in a sleek, black dress that highlighted her striking features, her demeanor as composed as ever. Lena stood to greet her, and Cassandra took the seat across from her with a practiced grace. “Ms. Mitchell,” Cassandra said with a polite nod. “Thank you for meeting with me.” Lena offered a tense smile. “Thank you for agreeing to talk. I’d like to get straight to the point. What was your relationship with Daniel, and how did it come to

I asked after another stretch of silence. "Something came up." "Does it have anything to do with this Cassandra she-wolf everyone seems to be so afraid of?" I asked. His body went rigid instantly as if I had just poured something disgusting over him. "Who told you about her?" he asked. "Um, I just overheard Sel and Cain talking about her. She seems to be some kind of tyrant. Is she also a ravager too?' "No," he said. "She is my..." Just as he was about to answer, Cain walked in. He was shirtless and was with a pantless Coco.

No more keeping things from each other, you promised me. Cassie: I know dad. David Wolf: Then tell me, why did you convinced Mr Hunt to call them back? Cassie: Dad, I'm Cassandra Wolf, daughter of David Wolf. Whatever had happened in the past, is and will be in the past. I'm not scared of people's questioning eyes and pity talks anymore. I'm your daughter, and I will stand up again with my dignity and pride. David Wolf: Oh yeah! Then let's talk about the case.