Cassita Meaning Novels & Stories

I take a deep breath in, feeling my heartrate slow as I exhale. “Cassidy’s wolf’s name is Nina. Now Nina is a special kind of wolf. Some of you are already aware of Cassidy and Nina, some of you are aware of our history and the mythology surrounding it.” The crowd starts to chatter, theorising what Alpha is talking about. He holds his hand up and they fall silent. “Nina is an Elemental wolf.”

"I see you've brought your... mascot. Does she do tricks? Or just shake in her boots?" "She survives," Barzil said. His voice flat. "Which is more than I can say for your last three battalions in the Borderlands, Cassius." The insult landed. Cassius’s smile tightened. He looked at me. His gaze stripped me down to my caste. "A Null in Barzil-silk," he mused. "Like putting a diamond collar on a sewer rat. Tell me, little thing, do you even know where you are? Or is the altitude making your tiny human brain bleed?"

"She's a healer, and she actually dares to talk to me like that?" Xander hesitated before leaning in to whisper a reminder. "Healer Trista is Alpha Cassian's mate." Isaiah blinked. "Which Alpha Cassian?" "Ironthorn Pack, Los Angeles." "Cassian." "Huh." "Interesting." Isaiah stared at me and laughed. The sound was low and cold, like something being ground between his teeth, laced with a dangerous sort of amusement. Yet, within those laughs, his aura quietly receded a notch.

She looked at Maya with an expression Maya would take a long time to fully read—something between relief and grief, arriving simultaneously, each one making the other more complicated. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet Helen’s daughter,” she said, before Maya had finished stepping through the door. “I’m sorry it took this long and this much.” “Who are you?” Maya asked. A pause. “My name is Cass. People have called me that long enough that it feels true. Your mother called me that, when she was small.” “When she was small.” “Yes.” “You knew her as a child.” “I knew her her entire life. From the very beginning.”

Out of the darkness stepped Cassia, her gaze cold and unreadable. “You all look so… tense,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. “Maya, you have no idea what game you’re part of, do you?” Maya’s voice shook. “What are you talking about?” Cassia’s smirk deepened. “Kael, Orion—they both want you. But neither of them has told you the truth, have they?” Kael’s eyes flashed. “Cassia, don’t.” But Cassia ignored him, her gaze fixed on Maya. “You’re not just any human, Maya. You’re… rare. Special. And both of them know it.”

"However did you find me?" Neto stepped closer at Casser and pointed a short sword at him. "I knew it was you the moment I saw you. You didn't even bother changing your name," said Neto. "Who do you think I am? I'm just Casser, the trader. I trade snakeskin belts for a living," replied Casser innocently. "Snakeskin belts. That's your cover story? You could have been more creative, Casser," said Leita. "I expected much more from anyone who can sneak in and out of Lazar and fool the imperial soldiers."

Cassius was eyeing him from head to toe, examining everything about him. "What is this stupid rat mumbling about, honey?" Cassius asked and points his index finger on the phoenix's head. Napangiwi ako. "I don't know. And stop calling me honey, dimwit." Mas lalo akong napangiwi nang makita ko kung gaano nabali ang kaliwang braso ng phoenix. The bones created a crunchy sound making me step back and avoid my eyes from them.

Cassia. She was furious. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Forcefully, she grabbed his arm and dragged him toward her car, shoving him inside. Climbing in after him, she ran her hands through her hair in frustration. Turning to face the trembling Darvan, she pressed her lips together, struggling to hold back a string of curses. But her restraint didn’t last long. Even in his pitiful state, he muttered the one name that always broke her resolve: Cassia.

Cassiphone says angrily. “Why would Hecate bless me? I am no daughter of hers.” I ask directly. Cassiphone moved like the wind and slapped my cheek. It burns viciously. “Shut your insolent mouth!” She roared. “You are the product of a great and powerful witch line and a dog!” She says dog like a curse. “Don’t you dare call my father a dog!” I boom angrily. I will not stand for disrespect on his name. “This is what happens when you raise a child away from her culture! She has no respect, Rhea!” Cassiphone shouts angrily. “She should have been sent here when you moved on to your next mutt to breed with!”

Cassia sat apart, staring at the horizon. Seryna came over. “You haven’t said much.” Cassia smiled slightly. “Hard to talk when the air feels like it might explode.” Seryna sat beside her. “You’re worried.” “No,” Cassia said. “I’m scared.” Seryna didn’t try to deny it. “So am I.” A beat. Cassia reached into her pouch and pulled out a small metal ring, the one Nova gave her at sixteen, passed down from her mother.