Cain The Conqueror Novels & Stories

Carmen exclaimed, she looked like she had been stabbed but I ignored her. "It becomes a matter of the pack when the Alpha threatens to execute his most loyal commanders for the crime of being injured," Torin countered. He stepped closer, his eyes searching mine. "Rune, look at yourself. You are the Conqueror. You are the man who survived the Great War through patience and strategy. This... this is madness. If you destroy Kayvon and Silas, you destroy the pillars of your own strength." "They are broken pillars!" I shouted. "If they cannot help me find Sara, they are nothing but dead weight!"

Lightening up the lights of the basement graham walk to me. My eyes chased where graham motioning me to look with his eyes. I saw that fucker laying on the floor in pretty poor bloody condition. My heartache to look at him because I had treated him like my brother and in return, he did which an enemy shouldn't do. Moving to him, I help him in sitting to which he slapped away my hand. " Look who is here, the great Claver mind businessman who is, in reality, is deadhead because I played him " with no ounce of shame he confesses his crime, even without me asking him.

"You think a crown makes you untouchable? You’re still the same wolfless brat I kicked into the dirt!" Gregory Cain stood on the crumbling limestone of the East Wing, his boots grinding the debris of his own legacy into dust. His eyes were webs of broken red vessels. Sweat slicked his bald scalp. In his right hand, he clutched a heavy, military-grade detonator, his thumb white-knuckled over the safety toggle. Thick black wires snaked from his feet, disappearing into the vents of the ancient Silver Moon vaults below.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

I hissed and he raised his hands like a form of surrendering. "Easy, easy, baby," he chuckled. "She's a newbie. A normal lady who needs a decent job. In short, not among us," he even made an ‘X’ sign using his hands. This man right here is Calen. He holds a reputable name in an underground intelligence organization. He is also the owner of this clothing shop. Accordingly, he just misses his good old days, so he usurps the position of his cashier, Hanz, his younger brother who also belongs to the organization that Calen is in.

Not Rhea. A tall man. Broad shoulders. A scar across his left cheek. Cain. I hadn’t seen him in years. He was once a warrior of the old regime, banished for disobedience. Rumors said he died. I never believed them. “I figured you were still alive,” he said as he stopped a few feet away. “Cain,” I said coolly. “What brings you crawling back?” “I heard whispers. About the council. About Ivy losing control. It smelled like your work.”

“Cassia, why?” Veyra’s blade hums, her wraiths closing in, Renn’s sobs echoing, Maddox’s shadows faltering. The cave’s crystals dim, the ritual broken, but my Convergence form glows, untainted, the blade’s runes singing true. I’m the Convergence—bridge or ruin—and as Cassia’s life slips, Veyra’s forces tighten their grip, I face the cost of purity: a friend’s sacrifice, a traitor’s aid, and a war I may not survive.

CAIN'S POV I had been able to use Natalia's influence to gain some grounds into the the board meeting. I didn't have to pretend to be some fucking influential anonymous donor. I came as Cain. Cain fucking Hale. A smile spread across my lips. Fuck, I know she may be using me too and we're both running out of time but I hope she gets there when I do.

With a snarl Cain launched himself toward the feathered terror, at the same moment I reached Verity’s side; her eyes glued to the fight, never leaving Cain. Cain ripped and tore at the angel, who looked positively gleeful the entire time. His fist flying it plowed into the iridescent skin of heaven’s fallen. A tear opened up on Kokabiel’s face, blood dripping down his cheek making a slash of red. His lips curved in a smile he returned as good as he got, both of them bloody and bruised. Verity beside me shaking, but not with terror, with rage. Cain, according to the Bible, is immortal. Unable to be killed or harmed and under God’s protection, he was the only one guaranteed to leave this battl

Lorenzo's POV I step behind the worn wooden counter, the familiar scent of aged liquor enveloping me. Operating the bar isn't just a job for me; it is a veil, a shield against prying eyes. Concealed behind smiles and casual chatter, I safeguard a world known only to a select few; each glass I wipe, each smile I wear—it's all a charade, a facade shielding the hidden truths that lurk within these walls, my past, a buried treasure, one I couldn't afford to unearth, and my present life, a double.