Cassiopeia Black Novels & Stories

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

“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!

Lin protested vehemently. Mia smiled softly. "I wish others shared your perspective. You've heard of the sacred Black Rose, haven't you?" He nodded, "Anyone who knows about the Legendary Black Princess Chi, standing right in front of me and being my best friend, must know about that Black Rose." Her smile widened at his understanding. "You know, my familiar was trapped in that rose until my birth. He told me the last petal of the rose bore a white mark, symbolizing my mate...", she narrated the entire story to him.

Trista felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up—it was the aggressive, heavy pine scent of an Alpha. Trista took a slow, deliberate sip of her whiskey and turned toward the person whose stare felt like it could burn the room down. Cassian was standing there. His black suit almost disappeared into the shadows of the club. His gold eyes were glowing with a predatory, vertical slit, making him look like a statue of death. Trista just pursed her lips. She wasn't scared—she looked almost bored.

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."