Cayde 6 Fan Art Novels & Stories

“You’re insane, Cade. If you wanted to make up a lie just to stop me from taking the pack, then you should have used a better one. This—this is pathetic.” Cade laughed, a low, mocking sound that made my skin crawl. “Is it really pathetic? Look at you, Dahlia. You’re already shaking. Already doubting yourself.” His eyes narrowed, gleaming with cruel satisfaction. “Tell me something. Do you remember anything before your sixth birthday?”

Scarlett's POV I've been wet since noon and it has nothing to do with the pool. My brother Dane's three best friends are here. Cade, Jett, and Easton. They've been in and out of this house since middle school, sleeping on our couches, eating our food, walking around shirtless in the summer heat while I sat at the kitchen table pretending not to stare. I've fantasized about them for years. Cade is the one who leads without asking. Dark eyes that pin you in place, a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and this quiet confidence that makes everyone else follow.

“Ian’s a kindhearted boy. He won’t hold it against you, but I’ll talk to Graham. I’ve got to ask though, I thought you were a street artist.” “I am,” Cade agreed. “I love the freedom of street art, but I don’t just use one medium. I also sculpt.” The awe was back in Quinn’s face. “Is there anything you can’t do?” “I can’t cook,” Cade pointed out. “You draw, I’ll cook, and maybe we can teach each other something.” Cade smiled at him. “I’d love that.” Then he swallowed as Quinn’s smile turned predatory. “Daddy?” Quinn stood and stretched, wincing a little, his shorts slipping to graze the thick curls at the base of his cock. Cade licked his lips as he gazed at Quinn’s exposed furry belly.

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

August's POV I've stayed in my bed several times but I still can't fall asleep. No matter how I close my eyes, it's as if my brain is abnormal, thinking that I'm still losing my eyes. Until now, I am still not depressed by the events earlier. This is another Cayden that I tried to give him back the T-shirt he lent me but he didn't want to accept it and said it was mine. Like the fuck? Who would dare to wear that kind of thing with a too-flashy print? Cayden's fan girls might just kill me. And who would be happy if the print was like that? But the most creepy part is, I'm still glad that Cayden made me wear that! The fuck!? What is happening to me? I am sure that I hate him to the core, but w

That he could already feel himself aching to love and care for her added to his confusion even further. Cayden pictured himself thanking her for letting him be himself and apologising, but also praising her for bearing the pain and suffering on his behalf. He was only interested in having Selena for the present and the rest of her life, and not just as a slave or a revenge fuck. He indeed desired to spend days and nights inside of her, but he also desired to rub her belly as it grew larger to accommodate his child. He planned to mate her, make her his Luna, and spend the rest of his life caring for and adoring her. Cayden attempted to block out these ideas and emotions because he knew they c

Black looked at Jo. “Congratulation on your mating with Cade.” “Thank you. It is always special to find your fated mate.” “It is… almost like your knew…” Rave looked at Cade before masking his curiosity. “Please, open them up!” “Everyone’s is different.” Black looked at me as I pulled out a wooden carving of an Eagle. Jo pulled out a large N, and Cade got a large wolf. I had to look over, but it looked like Vivian got a large E. “I hope you like them. They are in a representation of your respected packs.”

The morning of the Bonding Ceremony, I was up before the sun. Cayce stepped in, pushing back the tent flap, cradling a bunch of fresh Astraleaves—dewy and wild from the cedar woods. He didn't say a word. Just scooped me up and carried me straight toward the Moon Goddess statue. I glanced at him. He wasn't anything like Kain. Kain was wildfire—loud, cocky, always looking for trouble. Cayce? Ice-bound fang. Sharp jaw, blade-straight nose, eyes locked ahead like nothing could shake him.

I was looking for one person. I found him standing near the balcony, a drink in his hand that he hadn’t even taken a sip from. Cayden Viner. He was more intimidating than I had heard—at least six-foot-six with black hair and eyes that looked like a winter storm. He had a tattoo of a wolf on his neck that dipped down into the collar of his shirt.

I wasn’t exactly prepared for the sudden turn the afternoon would take. But then again, when was I ever prepared for him? Without a word, Cayden yanked off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso that was honestly, unnecessary I was already quite aware of what I was dealing with. His remaining clothing? A strip of cloth so minimal, it barely qualified as attire.