Cassandra Wolfe Novels & Stories

It was during this flood of introductions that Cassandra Wolfe made her move. Cassandra was the nineteen-year-old daughter of a neighboring pack's Beta, beautiful in the sharp-edged way that many she-wolves cultivated. She'd been making overtures toward me for months, despite my polite but clear lack of interest. Now she approached the couple with a smile that didn't reach her ice-blue eyes. "Gabriel," Cassandra said sweetly, ignoring Emma entirely. "I'm so surprised to see you here with... company. I thought you'd learned to be more selective about the humans you associate with."

At first, she strongly objected to this because she wanted me to be one of her honored guest, but I insisted on serving as I wanted to make myself useful. My name is Cassandra and I am French. I come from a modest family, and I am 16 years old. I've been seeing a psychologist for 3 years because my parents think I'm abnormal. It's because I hate what most people like, and I like what other people hate. Most of the time I like to be alone, and it disturbs my family. This is how they entrusted me to the psychologist Morgane since I was 13 years old. Unfortunately, the three years of counseling I did with the psychologist Morgane did not improve anything in me. Despite this, my parents still th

He should feel honored that he was taking extra notice of him. Once Ashton was weakened, it will be easy to take him down. In fact, Kelly had sealed the whole villa and no matter what Ashton did, he won't be able to escape. He had planned for too long, he wasn't about to let anything disrupt his plans. ... "Ashton...." "There is wolfbane all over the place. Can you teleport us somewhere safe?" Ashton said. His consciousness was on and off and he was finding it hard to keep his eyes open. "Wolfbane....? But why can't I feel anything?" Maya asked. She was perfectly fine. She knew how lethal that thing was. How could she not be affected?

But this time, she stood taller, her resolve unshaken. With Adrian, Victoria, and her allies by her side, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The fight was far from over, but Elena was determined to see it through to the end—no matter the cost. The plan to dismantle Cassandra Wolfe’s operations was set into motion under the cover of darkness. Elena paced the estate’s study, her thoughts racing. Cassandra was unlike the others—a master of misdirection and manipulation. It wasn’t just about exposing her crimes; it was about outsmarting her at her own game.

It was like watching art to him, she was painting out a beautiful picture on the battlefield. She looked so beautiful to him, like a demon, which intrigued him greatly. On getting here, he had thought it would be as boring as the other wars he led but seeing this stunning witch today, changes everything. He turned to Hagan, his right hand man. "Who is that little witch?" He asked, genuine interest filling his voice. Hagan, who prided himself in knowing and holding information, answered immediately. "Her name is Cassandra Falcon, my lord. She's 20 years old and her mother, a human, just got married to Alpha Daniel, which is why she's here.

"Just tell me the truth. That's all I want. Just admit it, admit that you're Isis." "I'm not Isis, whoever she is!" She refuted sharply, backing away from me now, her eyes darting around like she was looking for an escape route. "I'm Cassandra. Cassandra Craven. I'm twenty-six years old. I was born in Ohio, specifically Cincinnati. I've worked as an executive assistant for five years. None of that has anything to do with whoever this Isis person is." "Stop it." My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking. "Stop pretending you don't know me. Stop acting like we're strangers."

Alpha Adrian recoiled, his jaw dropping as his own dominant wolf snarled in instinctive self-defense. Only Cassian remained seated, though his knuckles turned white against the arms of his chair. His eyes widened in absolute shock as he stared at the thin, pale girl in front of him. This wasn't a normal wolf awakening. It wasn't an Alpha spark. It was something far older, far darker, and dangerously volatile. Elena gasped, clutching her temples as the dark power threatened to rip her mind apart, unable to hold the floodgates shut any longer. "Father..." she choked out, her voice layered with an eerie, double-toned echo that vibrated through the foundation of the fortress.

AUTHOR'S POV At the Ridgewood Pack [Screaming] [Moaning] [More Moaning] Cassandra Maximoff, Calista's elder sister, was letting out some high-pitched moans at the Alpha’s Chambers. She was romped up in a steamy session with her dear lover, Zora. Cassandra was doing her thing on the top of Zora’s stiff rod; she was riding him with all her strength, but she unintentionally fell on Zora’s broad chest, after he released his seeds inside of her.

"Cade, now what do you want. I am trying to talk to my mate." His face gave away his emotion. He was a bit shocked by the news. Had he not seen the scene on the dance floor. I was about to turn around and face my mate. "Um, Cade, she won't be able to talk to you." "What am I missing?" "She is deaf." "What, she can't be deaf. I have never heard of a deaf wolf. It is impossible." "Yeah, right, no wolf is deaf."

“It’s a female, with a black coat and eyes as red as blood!” “What?” “What is it Frank, do you know her?” Darren and I are watching in silence and my mate holds me down by one hand. “So? Do you know her?” Vlad asked again, confusing. “If what you say is true there was only a wolf with these characteristics .... they called her the Cursed Alpha! But it’s impossible that it is her, she died many years ago!” “Are you sure?” Vlad said, confirming. “Yes, I ordered it and I saw her death with my own eyes!”