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Cassandra Medcalf

Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.
Sunny_Shumail · 974.3K Views

The Perfect Divorce (Mordern Romance/ Revenge Drama)

Tropes: Cold-to-Obsessed ML · Transformation Arc · Secrets & Lies · Enemies-to-Lovers ongoing serial New episode (chapter) drops daily! He gave her the divorce… She took his empire. Lianna Serein married Kian Vale out of duty… an invisible wife in a loveless arrangement. Three years of cold dinners, separate beds, and silent nights left her a ghost in his life. When Kian finally signs the papers to free himself, he expects nothing more than a quiet exit. He never reads the fine print. At the stroke of his pen, Lianna activates the clause her late mother embedded deep in their marriage contract… half of Vale Corporation…including every share, asset, and pre-marital holding…now belongs to the Serein partner upon divorce. Suddenly, the woman he dismissed as weak emerges as a ruthless force of nature. Now she’s CEO of her own brand, a media darling, and a billionaire in her own right. She reinvents herself in scarlet heels and tailored power suits… waging a quiet war from penthouse boardrooms to glittering galas. All the while, Kian watches from across his kingdom, his icy composure cracking into obsession… and regret. With old alliances crumbling and new rivals emerging… Kian’s cold fiancée Cassandra, Lianna’s shadowy lawyer Juno Thorne, and a cutthroat investor who’s more than he seems… no one is safe. She’s no longer his wife… She’s his greatest threat. And this time? She will not be silenced.
Iran_Thorne · 11.1K Views

An angel‘s road to hell

What happens if the one transcendent being that cares for mortals fell and got a second chance in a world full of magic, intrigue and possibly even friendships? Does the past determine the future or are we all able to pick our own destiny? An angel, one of the two nigh immortal species in existence, has been hunted and killed by his own kind because he wasn’t prepared to watch silently while his people followed their own desires to whatever end. When, against all odds, he opened his eyes again, he was someone else, his past and powers hidden deep within him. On an ancient world, with advanced magic but medieval technology, he was reborn as Cassandra Pendragon, the youngest daughter of one of the five royal families on Boseiju, the home of the fox tribe, the kitsune. As she grew up, who she was and who she had been, started shaping her future. Forgotten friends and unknown enemies began knocking at her door and while she struggled to find her way between the past and the present, the winds of war were already blowing across her home. I‘ll try to publish at least 2 chapters a week, probably more. The first story arc is pretty much mapped out. Should be around 150 or 160 chapters for the first volume (it’s taking much longer than I expected) and the second one is nearly finished as well. Try it, it should be one hell of a ride. One more thing: the first two chapters are more or less a prologue and if you want to, you can skip them, I wouldn’t recommend it, though. The writing style as well as the perspective shifts dramatically, afterwards. As for trigger warnings: it’s going to get gory from time to time, and the MC often has to pay a toll in blood. Additionally there are -mildly- sexualised scenes, once in a while, but nothing graphic. Lastly, somewhen webnovel changed the description box from female lead to female oriented. It’s mandatory and I can’t change it either way but I have no clue if the book is catering male or female preferences. I hope the description above makes up for whatever confusion it might cause.
David_Amann · 1M Views

the gods we became

The world died in fire and hunger. Not the slow death of time, nor the patient decay of empire, but in one great convulsion, a sickness let loose like a rabid dog to consume the weak and clear the board. That was The Compact’s plan. Cull the herd, raise the shepherds. They made the Novans for that purpose—gods wrapped in flesh, towering over men with their turquoise eyes and minds sharper than razors. They were designed to lead, to rule, to rebuild the world in The Compact’s image. But first, the world had to burn. So The Compact unshackled the virus. The Eaters came. And the world ended. Yet, in the ruin, three souls move against the tide. Briggs Alabo, nine years old, a scientist, a genius, a monster. One of The Compact’s prized minds, his hands shaped the very plague that tore the world apart. But now, he’s lost, alone, hunted—trapped outside the walls in a world of his own creation. And for the first time, he sees the world not as numbers, but as faces, as screams, as dying prayers. He is small. He is weak. But he is not done. Cassandra, a university student who thought life was a path you walked at your own pace. But the world doesn’t ask permission. It takes, it devours. And now, she runs, she fights, she survives. She does not know that the architects of this ruin whisper her families name in their halls. Hamza, a survivalist, a man prepared for the end of days—but not for what came after. Not for the Eaters, nor for the horrors men become when the rules turn to dust. He thought the greatest war was against the dead. He was wrong. Their paths should never have crossed. But fate is a patient spider. Captured after a brutal fight with a Novan, Cassandra and Hamza are taken to The Compact’s hidden bastion. And there, a secret is laid bare—Hamza is not just a man. He is a legacy. The son of General Hamza Tarfa, the first and deadliest Novan ever created. A man thought dead by Hamza, a legend of the Compact gone rogue, a warlord building a force to tear The Compact down. Now, Hamza must choose. Will he kneel to The Compact and build their utopia? Or will he stand with a father who left him behind, a father who now seeks to burn the false gods from their thrones? Meanwhile, Briggs returns home—or what’s left of it. The Compact’s halls are empty. The man made gods have fled. And in their place, wolves. Bandits rule the ruins, their leader a beast of a woman called Anansi. Briggs, small and breakable, is given his first lesson in real survival. He does not break. He does not beg. He wins. But he is not alone. The General has found him. And war is coming.
bello_Alfa · 1.7K Views

Becoming the Mother of the Tyrant Vampire King

⌗WSA Entry 2025 SYNOPSIS: Elysia Aerelion was meant to live in the shadows. Forgotten, dismissed, cast aside by a family that barely acknowledged her existence. And in the end, she met her death at the hands of her own son. But that changed the moment she died and woke up again. In truth, she was never Elysia at all. She was Cassandra, a modern woman who met her end in the cruelest way. Only to awaken inside the novel she once obsessed over, inside the body of its most unfortunate character. Armed with a mysterious system, knowledge of the story’s tragic future, and the willpower to rewrite fate, Elysia refuses to let history repeat itself. But changing her destiny isn’t as simple as avoiding death. Because something new lurks beneath the surface... A force older than kingdoms, tied to her very existence in ways she doesn’t yet understand. Her name is whispered in secret. Her presence unsettles even the strongest. And something—or someone—is waiting for her to uncover the truth. Across the continent, in the Vampire Kingdom of Noctavaria, Thorne de Valmont, the Immortal Overlord, prepares for the season of his bride selection, a tradition bound by ancient treaties. He has no interest in love. Only power. Strategy. Dominion. Yet something shifts in the balance. Something unnatural. Something tied to a human girl he has never met. And when their paths finally cross, when fate finally forces their worlds together, the game changes. Because Elysia is no ordinary princess. And Thorne is no ordinary king.
pearlyroses · 102K Views
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