Cain The Conqueror Novels & Stories

And then - the doors crashed open. The sound was so sudden, so violent, that the entire hall flinched. Heads snapped toward the entrance. A figure stood silhouetted against the torchlight, shoulders heaving, boots caked with mud and blood. Cain. He was alone. His armor was dented, his cloak torn, his face streaked with dirt and something darker - dried blood that was not his own. His eyes, those cold grey stones that had once pinned Thea to the floor of his chamber, were wild. Not cold. Not calculating. Wild. Like a wolf that had lost its mate and was tearing through the world in search of her.

“Entertaining. Distraction. Intelligence.” Ava raised a brow. “You want us to seduce intel out of someone?” Cain appeared then, stepping into the room like a storm cloaked in control. “Not someone,” he said, “*men* who think they’re smarter than me. You smile, you tease, you touch—but you don’t get f**ked. Not unless you want to.” His eyes landed on Grace last, his voice dipping low. “And some of you look like you’re already dangerously close.”

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

He slowly dipped the tip of the spear into the ground, the metal scraping faintly against stone. "If it isn't my dear brother," he muttered. Cain stood at the entrance, his presence filling the dungeon, his expression cold and unreadable– but his eyes burned with quiet fury. His gaze flicked briefly to the battered maid before returning to Kael. "What are you doing with a maid from my pack?" he asked, his voice controlled but sharp. Kael's lips curled slightly. "Since when did you care about the cockroaches in your pack?" "I won't repeat myself, Kael." Cain mumbled.

“Even though I lost my memory, I know for a fact that I came to this world as an undercover agent to earn affection points from you. “The system told me I fell in love with you, so I insisted on staying in this world for you. But later, I had to go back to my own world. “Do you have any idea how much pain that might have caused me? “It meant I probably lost all my senses and died in despair. “I don’t have my memories anymore, so I can’t hate you. But I know I suffered because of you. So, of course, I’m not going to love you again.” Finnian’s face slowly turned pale. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He was probably reminiscing about my unusual behavior before I died. Suddenly, he laugh

Aban was trying to calm Aliza who kept asking about Liam she was calling Liam loudly when Minahil said, "his cat, Pomy, was raped in front of him." "Oh my Lord," Aliza said loudly falling in Aban's voice who kept on throwing daggers at Minahil. "He is fine now, sweetheart," Minahil couldn't help but notice that Aban's tone was extremely soft while talking to his wife and he was holding her with extreme tenderness.

“So, why aren’t we heading into the city?” Nia rises to her full height, her hands are on her hips, she gives Kiara an incredulous look. “He is an Emperor, one that has just come back from a victorious campaign, conquering more than three kingdoms. He will not ride into his own city at the dead of night like a thief. He will ride into his city with the rising sun to be welcomed by his people like the ruler he is. And then there’s you. The people have to meet their Conqueror’s wife, after all” Kiara looks down at the ground. Was she to be known as the Conqueror’s wife from now on? She doesn’t say anything but watches Nia prepare the tent she realizes is hers, with the help of soldiers.

"If we go in with guns blazing, he'll kill Zac for sure, and possibly Rick and Annie, too." "Star listen, wait a minute," Verus said, leaning over as his wavy light brown hair fell across my lap, and pulled my car door closed, a very dangerous move to do to a vamp. Then, he looked me straight in the eye. "You're right, Star, we don't have to go in with guns blazing. We go in quietly and get them out." He stopped to think for a bit as his eyebrows knit together. "But I want to be the one to kill Titus. I want the honor of his death." He looked me fiercely in the eye, his emerald eyes flaring brightly, truly looking like a gladiator. "Besides, you need me. You won't be able to find them otherw

With a fearsome growl, I lunged forward, striking fear into the hearts of the rebels. The guards in key positions fell before me, their defenses crumbling as I tore through their ranks with unparalleled strength and agility. The rebel soldiers gasped in terror, their resolve waning as they witnessed the might of the lycan unleashed upon them. In mere moments, the area that once seemed impenetrable now lay conquered at our feet. Prince Vaemond approached me, his eyes wide with awe and admiration. “Cain, I have never seen such prowess in battle,” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine praise. “Your transformation is an incredible asset to our cause. Together, we will triumph.”

Bravely, Singto lifted his baggy t-shirt from his head and stood there feeling colder already. He looked off to the side as he felt intense eyes stare at him. Skinny, boney, and weak—those are the only words Singto could identify for himself and he was scared to find out how Krist viewed him right now. Krist’s eyes locked onto Singto’s bare body. His ribs were somewhat visible and some of the bones surrounding his chest were sticking out. He was smaller than he thought he’d be, not that he minded much.