Cain Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

“Freak.” My stomach twisted. Had they found out I was an omega? Cain snickered behind him. My eyes sliced to him. “What?” I sneered. “Is that the best joke you’ve heard?” “I said,” Zach repeated, voice darkening. “Watch your mouth.” Cain scoffed, crossing his hand. “No wonder he always acted like an omega,” he said, “never knew he was into such stuff.” “What stuff?” I frowned, trying to rip myself out of Zach’s grip.

Got Mathew a new video game, new clothes and some lingerie for when Jay come back. We also went to the nail salon, hailey got some long acrylic nails, blood red she said it help hide the evidence. I had no idea if she's for real or joking but i laughed along. I got my nails done too, my real nails they are now pink and glittery, mathew nails are black now.

"No, just wanted you to know I put the motril IB in the aid box under the drawer where you are, don't ask me why, just seemed like great inconvenience getting back to the room," She shook her head disagreeably"how's Bob? " "Not doing really good. The doctor just confirmed his throat cancer. " "I see. " "Honey, I've got to go now. " "The other was Cain. " "What? " "The other was Cain, Phil. Ursas boyfriend. " "They weren't romantic. No, its just a coincidence, get a rest. " She sighed again. She was back to the stair case picking up the other crumpled piece. "Oh, Cain. "She mumbled.

She was surely set out to punish me. A few minutes after my mate eft the room, I found my way to the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I knew everything about me was different. A huge dark tattoo had appeared on my chest. It was a tattoo of a male in a cage and a female staring at the figure in the cage. Without being told, I was able to decipher the meaning. My freedom was gone. I was the male figure in the cage, the cage was prison set by the moon goddess, the female was my mate, my salvation.

Stopped with his hand on the frame. "Nobody gets near her, Cain," he said. "Nobody." He left. Cain stood alone in the room. He looked at the photograph of Ethan Cole. Polished. Confident. The face of a man who didn't yet understand what was coming for him. He picked up his phone and made three calls. Quick. Precise. No warmth in any of them. Outside on the street below, a man in a dark coat stood at the corner. Looking up at the hotel window for just a moment. His face was unreadable. His hands, still.

KAI I stand motionless, enveloped by the ancient pines sprawling behind the Obsidian Shrine within the borders of the Silent Crest Grounds—the pack’s restricted burial terrain. Cain is positioned roughly ten feet ahead of me, his oversized dark lenses shielding his face from the first rays of dawn piercing the heavy timber canopy. The morning light isn't fully blinding yet, but he keeps them on to mask the lingering discoloration from Ethan's assault. The purple shadows aren't as severe as they were a few rotations ago, but they still carry the raw signature of the violence.

That’s the damn reason. I’m going to the dungeons to visit him and prepare him for tomorrow’s meeting with King Jaxon. I understand Queen Sable is with him and that presents a problem. She is vehemently against harm coming to any woman or pup, and this girl is both female and a pup. I approached Cain’s cell and when I see him, he is talking quietly to Novan. Another idiot alpha. “Cain, we need to talk.” “Hello father.” He said, sarcastically. Seriously, he is so fucking entitled that he thinks he can speak to me any way he wants.

She spat out at him, then laughed hysterically. She was in her jubilant mood when the door of the room opened and the therapist walked inside, "Mr Cain, are you done?" He was not looking at what was going on in the room as he entered. He was more focused on his movement and his iPad than on what was happening inside. "I have found another way to get you a quick memory." "A... A..." That was the sound of Cain calling him for help. After trying to call and failing, Cain fell on the floor with a thud and stopped resisting the darkness threatening him for a cover. He lost consciousness.

“I’ve almost isolated the source, but—” The screen flashed white, then black, then resolved into a low resolution video. The lighting was dim, flickering like candlelight. Then I saw Cain, he was on his knees, chest heaving, shirtless and marked with sigils that burned against his skin. Around him stood hooded figures chanting in an old, guttural tongue. And then, he screamed. “Isabella!” he cried, his voice breaking. “I need you—I can’t complete the ritual without you!”

“It’s done, boss.” Cain was grinning to himself as he listened to his hitman over the phone. He was still in the parking, waiting for Jason to come out and get into the car. Cain gripped his steering wheel when he saw his cousin coming out of the hotel with his date. A dark glare crossed through his eyes as he saw the couple getting into the car.