Rapunzel Cassandra Novels & Stories

The girl was so beautiful. "Yes," Lisanna answered her. "Wow," Cassandra replied. "Now go! Your prince is waiting for you," Lisanna said and smiled. "Thank you!" Cass sincerely said. "No problem. Now, off you go, Queen," Lisanna said, and Cassandra just chuckled. The hairpin on her hair looks like a small crown. Lisanna surely knows a lot of things. She didn't even know where did she get this? Cassandra went out of the room and stopped when she saw Sebastian is standing there, leaning on the wall. She gasped and quickly covered her mouth. Sebastian was wearing a black tuxedo that looks good on him.

Nekane pulled me to his side and sighed. "Your parents have already been injured and taken to another reaper section. The higher council of reapers is suggesting that this sector be given to Ruven," he said softly and I shook my head just as harsh laughter filled the air. It of course was Ruven. Nekane yelled out for him to leave me alone as my eyes widened at what Ruven had become. He stood black as pitch, eyes red as blood with his black hair whipping around his head. He held a black staff with a purple glowing orb held upon the top. It was his energy source and in my opinion, a stupid place to store it. I gathered my energy and created a shield around me and Nekane. I could feel his joini

Cassandra squeals as Piggy runs over to her, wagging his tail in a rapid, excited manner. "Well, hi to you too," I tease. Cassandra rolls her eyes. "Hey, Crayvin. Hey, Patricia, how are you?" Patricia puts on a big smile as she finishes tying up her long blonde hair in a messy bun before approaching Cassandra and engulfing her in a hug.

I grab on him. "Just keep breathing." He says then takes a step into the arena. Do they both share a brain or what? I swallow the lump in my throat at the number of heads. All with smiley faces. From Liliana, Alpha Ken, Alpha Mark, Zack, the girls, Deborah, Ana, Dean and his group of touts, Janny, Amelia who beside her is Rapunzel. Rapunzel is the Nickname Janny made for Ryder. Amelia's mate since he kept running away whenever he got the chance when Amelia told him what we are.

POV CASSANDRA Kilian pulled out the silver handcuffs, ready to tie me to the bed. When he lunged toward me, I dodged and shoved him into the wall, sending him crashing against it. "Damn it! Get back here, you’ll stay trapped here until I return." "I won’t be trapped anywhere. I am Cassandra Eldryn, your mate, not a slave." Kilian let out a cynical laugh. "That’s fantastic. A black wolf with royal blood will be even stronger," he said, lunging at me again.

“You could’ve stumbled into something dangerous. That’s a criminal's playground!” “But I didn’t,” Cassian said calmly. “And I found something. Something important. About her.” He turned the laptop toward them. The screen displayed the seal of a phoenix with a sapphire eye, the same one etched on Arla-Rosa’s bracelet. Cassian explained everything: the Saphiren Clan, the healer’s guild with ancient knowledge, their sacred island nestled at the edge of Country D and Vespas. He explained how only the royal bloodline of the clan could wear the phoenix bracelet, and how the last known princess of that clan, Amarantha, vanished while pregnant.

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

Cassandra was coming from the daily prayer, and Rene, after having one too many the previous night while celebrating a plum order of the Thieves Guild, had spent the night with a lady of the evening, and having paid for her services, was walking home. The weather was far from fine. The wind had brought clouds over from the sea, and rain was streaming down in torrents. Rene had to wait it out in a bakery, and after a couple of minutes, Cassandra ran in as well. She shook off the water, pulled off her drenched cape-and the necromancer froze. Cassandra wasn't a classic beauty. Her hair was bright red, her green eyes were slanted inwards, her pale skin was covered with a smattering of freckles a

It was an energy far greater than any Alpha line in this valley. "It is true," Cassandra breathed, her voice shaking with a wild, frantic terror. She stumbled backward two steps, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. "You are not a simple maid. You are the last true child of the Sun Pack. You are the royal survivor the global Council is hunting for."

Her eyes were cold as her voice. “She arrives first, of course,” one villager muttered, clutching a charm in his pocket. Cassandra’s carriage, shaped like a coiled serpent with crystal windows, gleamed ominously as she stepped in, head held high. Next came Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore.