Cain Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

He stared at Andrius in horror and said quickly, “Andrius Moonshade, you cannot kill me. I am the young master of the Crestfalls from the East River State! If you touch me, you will be making new enemies for Belarus and Luna! You are strong, but the Crestfalls won’t escape this!” Threats! Blatant threats again! Andrius chuckled. The last person who threatened him landed in the hospital as a retard. Swoosh! Without saying anything, a silver needle was poked into Cain’s body. Cain was stunned before his eyes closed and passed out. Then, Andrius left the suite. After a while, Karen, Cain’s personal assistant, came up and saw the room full of bodies, and Cain lying unconscious near the wall. She

"It looks like the sky is about to fall… Mr. Solomon is going to turn all of Silverton upside down!" When Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya learned that Cain was coming in person, they all gasped in shock. After all, this wasn't like the drakeblood gemstone incident three years ago. This time, his son was dead. And the scale of the mobilization made one thing painfully clear—Cain was determined to find the killer, no matter the cost. And so the question returned to its center: Who exactly had killed Gabriel Solomon?

"I did the rounds but there's a woman there. She was a POW" "A what?" Her mom asks. "A prisoner of war," I tell them. "Melli was obsessed, and when I mean obsessed, she was whining and scratching at her door. Non stop, bro, literally, non stop," I say as I look to Jake, because he also knows that she has never done that before. "Where is this going, Max?" My dad asks me and I can't keep prolonging it. "The patient is Casey. Casey Hamilton" A bunch of gasps and cries erupt in the room. Mrs Hamilton's blood curdling screams as she falls to the floor and just as this happens, Sophia walks into the room.

he mutters, already walking away. I fold my arms, watching him pace as he answers. Is this it? Have they finally found something about Tobias’s killer? Cain’s eyes flick toward me briefly, but when I mouth what’s going on, he looks away again. I puff out a frustrated breath, waiting impatiently for the call to end. Finally, he hangs up. “What is it, Cain?” I ask immediately. “What did Xavi find out?” He mutters something under his breath, then turns fully toward me.

“You killed someone last night. A human. You fed on him. In Carnegie Hall.” Caitlin felt her world spinning. She could hardly believe she was capable of harming anyone, yet somehow, deep down, she felt it was true. She was afraid to ask who it was. Could it have been Jonah? As if reading her mind, Caleb added, “The vocalist.” Caitlin could hardly take it all in. It felt too surreal. She felt like she had just been branded with a black mark that she could never undo. She felt awful. And out of control.

Cain looked down at me with a sick and twisted smile on his face He smelt heavily of alcohol I knew there was a huge party last night at his girlfriend Sarah's. He had clearly stayed out all night partying hard he stilled looked drunk. I knew I was in trouble now. “Hmm. Whooo do we have.. here?” He said slurring his words a little He was staring at me so intently moving his hand down to his pants to adjust himself. “It seems I’ve caught a little omega named moon.” I felt uneasy at the way Cain was staring at me. “You know I’ve always thought you looked good, ……*Hiccup* those curves, your tits. You’ve really *hiccup*….become quite a pretty thing.”

I could smell cigarettes and weed and that same mix of leather and motor oil that had surrounded me last time. The guy who answered was younger than Cain, Reaper, or Ghost—maybe mid-thirties, with a kutte that said "Prospect." His eyes widened when he saw me. "Uh, you lost, sweetheart?" "I'm looking for Cain." His eyebrows shot up. "You know the Prez?" Before I could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise. "Let her in." Cain stood at the other end of the room, leaning against the bar with his arms crossed. Even from here I could see the satisfaction in his pale eyes.

The first thing they are going to do once I open this door is run around the house. “No!” I stood my ground. “But we just want to draw pictures for Cain,” another girl cried out. I stopped. She got me. That girl just got me. Cain has been under intensive care at the hospital for a couple of days now. His cancer was eating deep. “Fine!” I agreed with a sigh. They clapped and cheered in excitement. I lifted a finger. “Just twenty minutes and if you guys bother me, I’ll send you out.” “Deal.” The red-haired haired responded.

"If Cain is a prototype, why did Silas leave him out here? Why not keep him in New York or Brazil?" ​"Because Cain is unstable," Eniola answered from the shadows of the cabin. She was wrapped in a traditional tuareg tagelmust, only her piercing silver eyes visible against the indigo fabric. "Silas didn't just want a successor; he wanted perfection. When Cain’s genetic markers began to degrade, causing the scars and the neurological glitches, Silas panicked. He didn't kill him—he locked him away in the most remote place on Earth to use him as a living archive."

Palomero. "I'm glad to be here and to be your new secretary, Sir CEO Caden West," I said nicely as I raised my head. Seeing his face, the smile I had planned dissipated like a bubble. "Y-you?" I couldn't believe it when I saw the man again in the elevator. "Glad to be in your care, Ms. Poppy Beckett!" he said firmly, as though evil was in his tone. He gave me a silly smile. And I know this time I'm in big trouble.