Cassie Supernatural Novels & Stories

Cassie chuckled, her gaze lingering on Sarah. Sarah turned back to the counter, pretending to wipe something that wasn’t there. Cassie leaned in, her voice dropping, conspiratorial. “So? Did you do the deed yet?” Sarah nearly dropped the rag. Her face went from flushed to blazing. “What? No! Absolutely not!” The thought alone made her heart race. “Really?” Cassie looked genuinely shocked, her brows arched high. “You’re telling me you’ve got Jax Reaper Reed kissing your soul outta your mouth and you haven’t gotten naked yet?”

"It's not that easy. I have to deal with her mate first. He won't trust me, because I'm created from dark magic by the enemy" "But you left her side",Cassie argued. "You chose to help us during the last fight. You do not have evil intentions". "How do you know I have no evil intentions?" "I can feel it",Cassie said. "It's the air around you. It isn't malicious". Tabitha smiled a small smile. She liked this girl. "Don't be so trusting ice princess". "Goddess",Cassie said. "I'm the reincarnation of the Ice Goddess. And you can call me Cassie".

" Stay away from me you monster." Hendrick Black:. "This monster is your fate pretty face." Cassie:. "No please. I beg you." Hendrick Black:. "That's right. Beg for my mercy." Cassie:. "No stay away. No......" David Wolf:. Cassie....! Cassie. Hey hey.... Shhhhh...... It's okay baby. I'm here. Nobody's gonna hurt you. Cassie:. Dad. David Wolf:. Yes baby. Cassie:. He hunts me in my dreams too.

She asks, alarmed. "Mum, mum, calm down. She's fine now" "What do you mean by she is fine? Why did she die? What's going on?" "Well, my Beta mindlinked me a while ago and gave me the news that Cassie was dead. Mum when I got to the hospital, Cassie was dead indeed. I mean I saw her lying on the bed,covered with a white sheet. When I took off the sheet, she was pale and white. She wasn't breathing. She was dead. But mum, the moment I touched her, as I was crying her body, Cassie mysteriously resurrected and right now she is perfectly okay. Mum, if you don't give me a valid explanation for this, I think I will lose my mind. Can werewolves resurrect?" I ask confused and the bewildered expressio

But overlaid with it was something else that made Cassie's lips curl in a predatory smile. Baby powder. The innocent, sweet smell of Luna Rose. Perfect. She'd get to take everything from Lisa in one perfectly orchestrated moment. Cassie checked her weapons one final time—the silver-laced knife that would cut through supernatural healing, the compact pistol loaded with rounds designed to incapacitate rather than kill immediately, the small explosive device that would ensure no escape was possible. She didn't want Lisa to die quickly. She wanted her to understand exactly why this was happening, wanted her to feel the same helpless terror that Margaret Winters must have felt in her final moment

My body shuddered and collapsed like I was having a seizure. “Relax. It’s me,” the person spoke again. My dazed brain couldn’t recognize the voice, so I looked up to find Elaine there. Though she looked terrified, her condition wasn’t anywhere near as bad as mine. “Cassidy, get up! You need to exit immediately. Our demons are losing. Desmond has brought foul forces with him. We don’t know what’s attacking us. Madame Long is working on a potent spell,” said Elaine.

When she was sure that no one was nearby, she added, "It's about Cassidy's daughter." The man shrugged her hand away with a tight frown. "I've never been a fan of Cassidy since I turned. Her daughter and I also have no business together." "I knew you'd say this." Rose said as she forced herself to smile. "I keep having frequent visions, flashes about the downfall of the supernaturals." Her words soon caught his attention. "Can you elaborate more on this."

Pops I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.

v: "I never told you to trust me,'' I said. "Ace, do you think we can trust her enough to leave Mia here" I hear Damian ask his wolf. Magic. Let me introduce myself. My name is Sybil Leek and I was born on February 22, 1917, in England (A/N: Yes she is a real person, and if you don't believe me g****e her). I moved to the USA when I was 20. The whole world thinks that I died of cancer in 1982 but I am still alive living in the world of the supernatural. I met Jessica's parents when I was visiting an old friend of mine. They came and asked me to help them protect their little girl because they knew that they didn't have much time, And that was 10 years ago on new years eve.

Aria’s POV “Mom, I have a mate,” Cassie told me casually over the phone. “What??? What’s his name? How did you meet? How old is he? I’m guessing he’s a supernatural, tell me everything!” I bombarded her with questions while I settled onto the couch. My daughter having a mate, was completely unexpected. I mean, she’s human after all. Cassie giggled over the phone, “his name is James, that’s all I really know about him.”