Cain The Conqueror Novels & Stories

Cain seemed to be a very capable individual who was rich and had many people under his command too. "By the way, Cain, I just wanted to remind you that Severin is a master fighter. Even though you brought a lot of your men over, I'm still worried that they're not a match for him. I can feel that Severin will have no problems going against all of them at once!" Lucy thought for a moment and decided to remind Cain.

Konstantin “Start from the top,” Kai orders, leading Cat over to a chair at my desk. Both of them were still reeling at the bomb Cain had just dropped on them, and emotions were quite high. Cain nods then launches into the same story he told me - including the fact that he worked as a mercenary for Stefan. “I came here seeking your help in reclaiming my territory, but it seems that I’ll be the one leaving with more than I thought I would.” He says, his eyes falling on a wide-eyed Caterina.

identified in the confessions of the Three Lords' remnants. The one who had once surrounded Cain. The Southern Campaign. Cain had cut alone into the deepest part of the enemy formation. He had been surrounded by three Alphas. He had cut two of them down. Taken a sword through the left shoulder. Four broken ribs. The third had fled. The one who fled had taken a blade to the leg. Permanent damage to the left knee. He had fled to the Northern Territories. Buried his name. Later, Marcus had recruited him. Luna stood at the entrance of the outpost. A half-collapsed beacon tower. Faint, murky lamplight seeped through the cracks in the stone. She pulled Cain's blade from her waist. Gripped it in he

the Elite spats venomously. I study him for a moment, pondering this information. This is why the hybrids are winning the war. While we're stuck thinking they're monsters ready to devour our children, they examine us and record our motives and habits. This man has seen more wars than I could ever dream of, and yet, he doesn't comprehend his enemy. "Did they try to kidnap Kieran? Did they take something?" I throw the questions rapidly, firing them as my heart speeds in my chest. This feels wrong. This is wrong.

"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

I started the conversation calmly even when I wasn’t in a state of serenity. “Luciano, non dimenticare che il capo qui sono io e non ti permetterò di avere successo nella tua agenda, (Luciano, don't forget that I'm the boss here and I will not let you succeed in your agenda)…” He growled at me. I wasn’t a twenty year old douchebag anymore who he could control any time. My cowardice turned into savageness the day I got to know he was the one who killed my mother. Everything died that day, my respect for him, my tainted love even after his endless cruelty on me, my patience to bear his injustice and so much more.

But Cain being Cain, smirked, gesturing towards an empty seat, he sited, leg crossed like the place belonged to him instead. The council’s and the eunuch’s murmuring echos. Marcus chuckled awkwardly,nodding skeptically. His gaze drifting to the twins, to their father and down to his captives. “Am being patient with you for a reason Marcus.”. Cain began flatly. “Ever since the war between our kingdom years ago you seems to recover quite okay. Although we’re still under oaths not to set our foot in your dominance.”. He clicked his tongue, titling his head. “I didn’t oath to not attack this place within seconds. My men are positioned in their rightful place, awaiting for my commands. And once t

“Take it from someone who’s worked for Cainan for three years. It’s best to not do that.” “Then what do I do? I can’t sit and do nothing when I know that won’t help either.” “If Cainan is out to frustrate you, believe me, nothing is going to stop him, he wasn’t born Cainan Inferno, if you’ve done enough research on him, he was born Cainan Michael Day, he changed it to Inferno after the international success of his company. The Inferno stand to warn people that if they cross his path, they will be burnt and he’s taken it upon himself the past years that I’ve known him to ruin anyone that has crossed his path.” He explains to her in details what he’s heard, seen and witnessed to be true.

"I imagine you have certain impressions about me and my family. Unfortunately, much of what society believes is true." "The Caldwells have not always acted honorably." He fidgeted slightly, looking ashamed. "But I aim to change that." Amelia felt her wariness start to thaw in the face of his sincerity. "This is not the life I would have chosen," Harrison continued. "Yet here we are. I understand if you wish to avoid this arrangement entirely. I can ensure you face no repercussions for it." He held her gaze. "However, if there is any chance you would consider getting to know me as myself, without any pretense...I would be grateful for the opportunity."

Cain replaced his fingers with the fat, blunt head of his cock. No warning. He slammed in. Saxon choked on air, the collar tightening as his body jerked forward. Cain held him in place with one hand on the back of his neck and fucked him hard, without rhythm, without sanity—just pounding, furious, raw thrusts. He was taking Saxon. Claiming him. Not for Don Vincente. Not for the cameras. For himself. “Mine,” Cain snarled. “Even if they leak every inch of you to the world, you’ll still crawl back to me.”