Cain Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Cain replied. "Anyway, there's something important I need your help with, Richard," Cain leaned over with excitement. I was intrigued by his request since he rarely asks for any request. "What is it? If there's anything I can do, I'll do my best," I responded. His excitement was palpable as he said, "I think I have a crush on Haze." The shock of his words made me choke on my water, coughing and sputtering as I struggled to regain my composure. It took a moment for me to gather my thoughts and respond.

Cain laughed and said, “He is the best in his family!” Marcus asked curiously, “Why?” Cain smiled mysteriously and said, “Actually, that son of a b*tch is gay!” “What?” Marcus exclaimed, “Sean Webb is gay?!” “Yes!” Cain blurted, “He is not only gay but also a power bottom! You know, the one who aggressively enjoys being penetrated. Let me tell you, you always see him so cocky and pompous, don’t you? Actually, behind closed doors, he immediately turns into a perverted pillow biter! Rumors had it that he loves making out with strong brawny men and enjoys multiple partners in one go too! Isn’t that awesome?”

Cain stood up and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the migraine that was building with the sudden onslaught of his hyper-conscious senses. "Don't worry about it." He walked over to the wet bar and poured the last remaining liter of blood from the plastic bag into the stainless steel shaker. "I'm out," he said, showing Daniel the empty bag. "Already?" Daniel asked incredulously. "You've gone through five bags in two days..." "I can start going through people if you'd like," Cain said shortly. He noticed how uncomfortable his comment made Daniel and he shook his head. "It's her," he admitted. "What do you mean?"

"Hey, I'm not into that. I don't do drugs ..." "Neither do I," I quickly corrected. "I got lost, then went into the bathroom and there were some girls in there doing something they shouldn't. I'm not sure what they were smoking in there. I just left when I saw them," I quickly lied. How could I tell him that I just tore a moronic vampire limb from limb, set him on fire, and this vamp was going to kill him? "Oh, okay," he said, understanding. "Here," Zac said, pulling me into an alcove. "Here's some Obsession. It should mask the scent."

Cain says, his aura returning to the same one he walked in with. His statement has me doing a double take, wondering if I can use it to see Theo. In the two weeks we have been here, I haven’t seen him once, and I worry he is already dead. Raising my chin, I put some confidence in my question. “Can I see Theo?” Dropping his utensils, Cain’s eyes meet mine, turning to black. “No, you cannot. Don’t ask again, Nora.” His eyes have turned to black, his wolf making an appearance. Not taking the warning to heart, I continue.

with you Wednesday because nobody should do that alone. And I’ll keep my mouth shut about what you saw because you keeping yours shut is the right thing for both of us. But that’s where we are right now. That’s all we are.” “I understand.” “If you want anything more than that from me,” I say, “you’re going to have to earn it. Slowly. Without expecting credit for trying.” “Okay.” She nods. “Okay. I will.” We sit there a moment longer. The hallway is still empty. Somewhere down the corridor a bell is about to ring and we’re both going to be late and neither of us moves. Then Zara laughs. Small and slightly hysterical. “What,” I say. “I just—” She presses her mouth together, trying to hold it

Aris, who was shielding Jack’s parents with his own body. He stopped in front of the isolation room. Inside, Olivia was sleeping in her wheelchair. "Don't you touch her!" Jack screamed, his voice cracking. "If you touch her, I will burn the world down!" "You took something of mine, Jack," Cain whispered, pressing his hand against the glass. "You took my other half. My Battery." "She's not a battery! She's a person!" "She is a component," Cain corrected. "And I am incomplete without her." Cain raised his fist. He punched the reinforced glass. It shattered like sugar.

“If the cause isn’t medical, you need someone who can see what I can’t. A witch. Someone trained in detecting curses, magical parasites, or possessions.” “I’ll make the call.” Cain was already moving toward the door. He paused and looked back at us. “I know people in the covens. Give me a day.” He left. Maren followed. The room was quiet. Darien was still holding my hand. The anger had faded from his face, replaced by the thing it had been hiding: his fear. The fear of a man who’d already held his mate while she died and was watching the distance between “sick” and “dying” shrink again.

When Tobias finally got to him, Damien just looked at him without saying a word. Tobias too didn't want to say anything that wouldn't help with the situation and he didn't want to annoy Damien either. Damien received a call from Jasmine, but he didn't answer it. He knew why she was calling him; she wanted him to come to the hospital to take care of Ariel . Without saying anything, he drove to the hospital. During the short drive to the hospital, Tobias' kept on stealing little and awkward glances at Damien . Damien didn't know why Tobias wasn't talking to him, but he knew that Tobias wasn't scared of him at all. He wasn't scared of Tobias either.

He’s acting like a shrew, a total opposite to his identity. “Did they know how you are, Aleister? If they do, I can’t quite follow their thinking of adding a pervert like you into their sacred ‘lair’. Unless their existence is getting less credits these days,” Cain sneers. No matter what, Cain can’t help but treat Aleister’s being with hostility. Maybe it’s ingrained in his soul by nature to detest the opposite or maybe it’s because of what they’ve done in the past.