Cassiopeia Black Novels & Stories

~Disclaimer~ Some parts of this story are based on reality while some are the part of fiction. Some things might not be liked by all the audience, so the warning will be given in the start. Now coming to the point... °°°☆☆☆☆☆°°° ~Soulmate? Soulmate!! Organized by their moms, a domineer or menace and his casualty got captivated with one another lives massively. ~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight.

The Alpha bellows out over the crowd. “Father, wait!” Cassius interrupts and a foolish hope surges in my chest. But after the way he just beat me to a bloody pulp, I should have known better. Of course he’d want to gut me one more time before I die. “I have something I’d like to say to the wolfless bitch before you end her pathetic life. “I, Cassius Blackthorn, future alpha of the Blackthorn pack, reject you, Sage Starling, as my mate and future Luna.”

A Lycan scared of a werewolf? No one saw that coming. It was expected of Hinary Blackwood, the one woman who singe-handedly dragged down the former Gehman from his throne. Their mother was never to be underestimated by anyone. “My Luna, they love me_” “Get lost! They don’t love you. They’re just blinded by the truth of who you truly are, or maybe you actually blackmailed them into this. Whichever one you did, it would never work!” Cassia flinched and took a step back, but she lost her balance and directly fell onto the hard ground.

The witch’s hut loomed ahead The door creaked open before my knuckles even touched the wood, Celeste stood in the doorway, taller than I remembered from the rumors, her bone white hair cascading like frozen moonlight down to her waist. Her eyes were pure black no whites, just endless pits that seemed to drink the light. She wore a robe stitched from raven feathers and human skin, and when she smiled it looked scary. “Cassandra,” she purred, voice like velvet dragged across a blade. “The little wolf who photographs her obsession has finally come to trade her soul, I’ve been waiting.”

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

“Caspian…” I didn’t speak. I approached the crate. My hands pressed to the edge of the wood, testing it. Freshly nailed shut. But not for long. I took the crowbar one of the guards handed me and forced the nails loose, each one groaning like it resisted what was to come. And then the last piece slipped, and the lid cracked open. Inside… “God,” Mateo whispered. It was Elias. Dressed in black. Lips pale. A red slash across his throat.

Then, with slow precision, she lifted her hands and lowered the hood. Black. Everything about her was black. Her once flaming hair now dyed midnight, her brows and lashes darkened to match. Even her lips, always red, were coated in black. Lunessa arrived just seconds after, fury radiating off her like a second aura. She didn’t wait for permission, or even for a word. She marched straight up to her and delivered a slap so sharp it echoed through the courtyard. “You snake!” she spat, voice trembling with rage. Cassara didn’t flinch. Blood trickled from the corner of her lip, but she remained eerily calm, like she had expected it. Maybe even welcomed it.

I adjusted myself and immediately addressed them. When I looked at Celeste her eyes were just black. It is not mixed with white or red. I'm starting to get scared again because her aura is different now. Add to that the fact that she's wearing a black hoodie and shorts. But when you look at her whole being it is as if you saw a Demon ascend to earth because of her frightening Aura.

A woman stepped from the darkness behind the memory pillar. She wore plain black clothing, no banners or crests, and her silver hair was cut short. A thin scar ran across her mouth. Silas stared at her. "Impossible." She cleaned Cassian's blood from the blade. Luna tightened her grip on Rhea. "Who is she?" Silas didn't answer. The woman smiled. Cassian struggled for breath in Darius's arms. He looked at her with recognition. "You said…" "I said you would inherit Blackwood."

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.