Cain Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

And whatever it means, it’s not good. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice tight. “Are you sure it was him?” I nod weakly, my head throbbing with the movement. “He said his name is Cain and that you know who he is. He said my uncle..." The pain is too unbearable to speak. The room falls silent again, the air thick with tension. Cassidy looks between us, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Who’s Cain? What’s going on?” He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he turns away, pacing the room with his hands clenched at his sides. “He's the one behind the rogues,” he mutters, more to himself than to us. “But what was he doing in moonhaven?”

He couldn’t help but glance at the hallway, wondering where Emily was, what Vera was doing, and if Ma Claudia had really told him everything. He thought of Zayn. The way his presence filled a room. The fear he carried like a shadow. The kiss from last night. The mark still faintly visible on his neck. Lucien touched his lips again. Everything in this house felt like a secret. ~~~~~~~~~ Zayn sat at the edge of the bed, his hands buried deep in his hair. He looked nothing like the cold, composed mafia king the world feared. “Fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head for the fourth time that morning. His voice was low and rough, as if he was speaking through clenched teeth.

"So, it was because of those rogues. First, they killed my parents, and now they wanted to kill my future wife? Damn them. I won’t let them go." A very dangerous pheromone leaked. Caisen knows very well who was behind those red eyes watching Cathy and Roxie. If he was right, the person with Luna is him as well. "You should have stayed where you are; you should have lived a quiet life. You are still the same as before." Caisen’s eyes were dark, as if they were ready to kill someone. He couldn’t help but feel like he wanted to kill when he knew everything was all because of that person.

"Wren, I think your mental state has been extremely unstable lately." He turned to Vivienne, his tone gentle. "Do you know a shaman who specializes in psychological trauma?" Vivienne nestled obediently against him and nodded. "I know a very good one. He can help the Luna." "Arrange it immediately." Cain gave the order. "I'm not insane! I don't need some goddamn shaman!" I backed away. But Cain waved to the guards outside. Two burly guards rushed in and locked their arms around mine. "Let go of me! Cain, she's a murderer!" I fought with everything I had.