Cassiopeia Black Novels & Stories

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

Physically she’s here, but mentally, who knows where she is? “I thought she’d last longer. The crazy ones aren’t usually so easy to crack,” comes a voice to my left. I look over as a familiar ebony face walks over to me, sipping what smells like whiskey. With the dim lighting in this room, it takes me a second to realise he’s taken his headpiece off, that’s how dark his skin is. Skin darker than night and looking softer than satin. His natural black hair dyed silver and braided. The moment he smiles, his teeth almost light up the room.

“Two Alphas claiming the same fragile little Luna? How embarrassing.” The growl that tore from Zander’s chest sounded like it came straight from hell. “Choose your next words carefully.” Rowan’s voice was colder. Deadly. “Or you won’t have teeth left to say them.” The stranger’s smile widened. “Oh, but I thought you’d want to know who threatens your little arrangement.” He bowed — mockingly. “I am Cassian Blackwater. Firstborn Alpha Prince of the Shadow Pack.” The crowd behind us gasped. Shadow Pack.

drastic. His gaze rose from the angry red flames that matched the color of his hair and found Cassy across the gathering. She was in black. They all were. Her dark hair blended into the black scarf she had wrapped around it as a sign of her respect and as the priestess chanted the prayers that would follow the dead to the great beyond, a teardrop slid from her eyes, down her right cheek.

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.

A reminder of what the pack feared most. Then Cassia Ashford entered, and the world rearranged itself around her. She moved through the hall like moonlight given form. Noble-born. Beautiful. Radiating a silver-wolf scent that made elders nod in approval and warriors straighten their spines. Everyone made space. Everyone whispered that when Alpha Darius Blackthorne returned today, he would surely choose her. Cassia’s gaze found Mira across the room. She smiled. Polite. Perfect. Sharp-edged.

He had jet-black hair, dark honey brown eyes framed by thick brows which lifted in question the moment he spotted me. The second was a girl seated by the couch, shuffling a deck of cards. She looked young, maybe even a year or two younger than I was, but when she’d looked up at me, her ancient grey eyes had me doubting my guess. She was beautiful, the type of beauty that takes a moment to take in. “This is my beta, Gideon,” Cassian motioned to the man with jetblack hair, “And my gamma, Katalier.” “Your… gamma?” I repeated, staring in utter surprise at the girl with ancient grey eyes. I’d never ever seen a female gamma before—ever.

Then, Caspian stepped on it and pushed his legs hard. In a flash, Caspian was like a bird spreading its wings, directly soaring upward to the heights of about seven floors. The surrounding surging black fog desperately gathered toward Caspian, trying to stop him. A large amount of black fog converged and condensed into a huge cone, and its bottom rotated just like a tornado or even a black hole. However, Caspian completely ignored it. Instead, he went up another level, broke through the darkness, penetrated this illusion, and completely suppressed this formation!

Chapter 65: The Council of Shadows The black rain of Tokyo tasted like copper and burnt circuits. Caspian stood over Jade’s unconscious form, his body a map of bruises and burns, staring at Aris Thorne. The woman he had trusted to keep his family safe was now standing amidst a circle of kneeling Reapers, the obsidian seal on her collar glinting like a dead eye. "You've been playing us since Lagos," Caspian said, his voice a jagged rasp. "The clinic, the data, the tracking... it was all you."