Cain Vampire Novels & Stories

He didn’t turn. Caitlin hurried over to the other side, facing him. He was an older man, with white hair, clean shaven, and light blue eyes that seem to stare into space as he knelt in prayer. He didn’t bother looking up at her. There was something else, too, that she sensed about him. Even in her current state, she could tell that there was something different about him. She knew that he was of her kind. A vampire. The pounding grew louder, and one of the hinges broke, and Caitlin looked back in fear. This mob seemed determined, and she didn’t know where else to go.

How he hated the vampires, especially their king—the ruthless devil who had cost him his left hand. "No, Alpha Vincent. I have sent some men into the land to take the produce that was already ready to harvest and attack whoever crosses their path. They attacked the vampires in full force, and they were the weaker vampires who cannot fight back, and more produce has been looted from the land. They will be back in a short while." Cai said. A dark, bulky man, he had the strength of three werewolves joined together. He was the beta of the pack, equally ruthless as the alpha.

The healer obviously was far more skilled than she was. Caitlin was shaking, embarrassed that those surrounding them could see how badly she was trembling. She was always in control. She just needed distance to regain it. No! Zendedari voice was much stronger now and much more frightening. You cannot leave me. Caitlin knew he was capable of far more power than she could conceive of. And he was manipulating her, had been all along. For the first time she allowed the facts to come together in her mind. Vampire. Zendedari was a vampire. All of these people were. Her hand went to her throat. She was probably one of them now.

I’m not afraid of whatever games they think they’re playing. The lead vampire slides into the booth across from me with serpentine ease, his eyes glittering with some private amusement. The others fan out behind him in a tight arc, standing like statues. Alert, stiff, and shoulders straight. I know they’re armed. Probably with silver, maybe more. One wrong move and this whole place turns into a war zone. The asshole flashes me a fake as fuck smile. “Cain. Fancy seeing you here,” he drawls, his voice oozing artificial charm.

He smiled at me, unfazed by my hideous face. “Aren’t you sickened by me? I’m ugly, and I was trying to free the world of myself until you rudely interrupted me,” I demanded, ignoring his desire for my name. “Sickened? Far from it, if I may say, you’re quite beautiful; so ugly isn’t a fair name.” His warm smile hadn’t faltered in the slightest, and I began to believe he was genuine. “Katherine Cain,” I admitted, lowering my voice as I lowered my head; staring at the ground in defeat. “Why did you have to save me?”

“I think you have bigger worries than those two.” “Yeah, I do. Well…” he stared at their castle. “I guess we shouldn’t keep him waiting any longer, huh?” Cyrus was an intimidating vampire. He was huge in stature, with blue eyes that were almost transparent, and long spider-white hair flowing down his back. No one knew his origins, with many speculating that he was the first vampire. Declan didn’t believe it, but there was no doubt that Cyrus was old – older than Rowan who was around to see Jesus give His sermon on the mount.

(Said Inès) After revealing this to me, she looked at me for a few seconds. She wanted to see my reaction. And I didn't know that werewolves existed. So I asked her to give me more explanations. It was after my question that her brother ANTOINE turned into werewolf before my eyes. And it was after his transformation that I immediately remembered the animal that had jumped on me the last time. -- Wolf men? -- It's exactly that Cassandra. Humans who have the ability to transform into wolves. And you are now one of us. (Answered Inès)

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

POV: Vaelira The Vampire Queen doesn’t soften the truth. Cain left before dawn. Not with an army. Not with counsel. Just fury, grief, and the kind of purpose that only comes from losing the one thing that anchored you to mercy. “He went east,” she tells me quietly, standing at the tall windows of the solar. “Toward the Blackened March. Toward where the dead magic pools.” Of course he did. Cain doesn’t run from monsters. He hunts them until one of them stops breathing.

"Don't look him in the eyes too long." Kaelen moved like water. Silver-blond hair fell across a face that was too beautiful to be human...symmetrical, still, wrong. His eyes shifted color as I watched. Pale green. Amber. Gray. Like he couldn't decide what face to wear. "And the third..." Benita's voice cracked. "Cassius Vane. Vampire heir. No one knows how old he is. He's been at Blackfrost longer than anyone. He doesn't talk much. But when he does, people tends to listen."