Cassiopeia Black Novels & Stories

Crowned with jagged edges. His grip tightened. The corpse’s neck began to crack. Queen Amara’s voice rang through the chamber. “Cassian, stop.” He did not. The Heart in his chest beat louder. Boom. Boom. BOOM. The Crown’s whisper turned eager. Yes. There. Break him. Power flared around Cassian. Not just silver now. Black threaded through it, curling over his shoulders and down his spine. His eyes glowed brighter, but the light was no longer clean. It looked fractured. Starved.

Chapter 123 – The Black Star’s Void The black star loomed in the nexus’s starfield, its presence not a light but an absence, a void that swallowed the surrounding constellations, casting the path ahead in utter darkness. Jessica led her companions forward, her golden glow a frail ember against the hollowness in her chest, now a pulsing wound after claiming the nexus’s origin from Aethra. The black star offered no whisper, no chime—only a silence so profound it felt like a scream, pulling at her soul with an inevitability that chilled her to the core. Each step was heavy, the obsidian path beneath them smooth and cold, reflecting nothing, as if the nexus itself feared to look upon this star.

After a secret engagement with Black Wesley, the young alpha of the black moon pack, Tessa discovers that the man she loves is getting married to his childhood sweetheart, Elsa. Unable to accept the truth especially after finding out that she’s pregnant with his child, Tessa desperately tries to speak to him, hoping he would choose her. Instead, she is publicly humiliated, rejected, and banished from the pack, leaving her homeless and broken. Five years later, their paths cross again. Only this time, Tessa has become someone he no longer recognizes. And by her side is a five year old daughter who looks just like him.

I countered. -"And how are you?" he asked after several minutes of silence. -"I am good" I replied curtly. "And who is this little girl standing beside you?" I asked in a sarcastic manner. -"Oh. I am sorry. She's..... Cassandra. Cassandra this is Elektra the Alpha of the Black Shadow Pack"

The man walking toward them was, without exaggeration, the most handsome man she had ever seen. Tall and slender in a black suit, with neatly arranged black hair and soft, pink lips. He looked like something out of a dream. A demi-god in human form. She found herself staring. The man moved toward her and cleared his throat gently, pulling her back to reality. “Seraphina, this is Damien Blackwood, my beta’s son. Damien, this is Cassia, my daughter,” Seraphina introduced. Damien smiled, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. He extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Cassia.”

Only those on the list were allowed in. And tonight, only the important ones mattered. A sleek black vehicle rolled to a stop at the entrance. And the moment the door opened, the atmosphere shifted. Cassienne stepped out, looking breathtaking. She wore a fitted midnight-blue gown that hugged her curves with quiet elegance. The fabric shimmered subtly under the lights, catching attention without demanding it. The neckline was modest yet alluring, and her long black wavy hair flowed freely down her back, framing her ocean-blue eyes that held calm confidence.

Just steady. For once, I don’t feel like I am fighting it. I feel supported by it. The screen activates again. The person appears. Calm. Confident. “My name is Cassian Blackwood.” Everyone freezes. Adrian immediately recognizes the name. “No…” Cassian smiles. “Yes.” Ge pause. “The son everyone erased.” Cassian reveals the truth. “Before Harlan built the Blackwood empire, there was another relationship.” “Another child.” “A child born before Selene.”

Estelle's POV Cassius Blackwood had cheated. The thought didn't explode in my mind. It didn't rage or scream. It settled instead like ice—slow, deliberate—sealing every emotion beneath its surface. I stood outside the Alpha Council Chamber. The black stone walls glimmered coldly in the firepits' glow, their surfaces carved with the Thunderclaw Pack's wolf crest. The sharp lines looked as though they might spring to life at any moment. Cassius's pheromones saturated the air—icy, commanding. Once they had grounded me. Now they pressed down like a weight on my chest.

The one which never lost the glorious scent. She was not a red rose but a black one, such a beauty in sadness. Like a black rose, her darkness was beautifully fatal. It's not that he is having some feelings towards her, but he sure had some pity on her. Such innocence could not be treated like that. Kristopher raised his head in the sky and saw even in the velvet dark there is a light of the stars, the stars so brilliant they drew the eyes heaven-bound, the lyrics of the starry night played softly on his mind.

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.