Cradle 12 Novels & Stories

Creed didn't stop, he kept climbing branch by branch. "I have to hold back, it's not dad! pull yourself together, man." ~MY BOY, LOOK AT ME~ "twinkle, twinkle little star... how I wonder what u are..." Creed kept mumbling while ignoring the tempting voice behind his back. He didn't stop once as if wanted to muffle the voice coming from his back. "12 sevens are 84, 12 eights are 96, 12 nines are 108, 12 tens are—"

You all making me to feel like I have more than a year to spend" Reedah said. Feigning to be sad. "C' Mon is even less than a year and before you knew it you're you've become a professional doctor everybody want around the world. Trust me" Khalid winked at her and it make blush. It fluster her stomach. just a wink from him send a lot of message to her.

A CRUSH Prologue " I like you, Simeon " Adriana Confessed Shyly, as her Ears turned red, this was the first time she was having a crush on a guy and telling him about it. " You what? " Simeon asked ignorantly Though he heard what she said. " I said I like you! " Adriana Replied, Repeating her earlier Words.

Camden grabbed Chloe in a hug as soon as he saw her, leaving his friend standing under the tree and waiting open-mouthed. “Hey, little one!” she said as she got out of his embrace. For a boy who was just eight years old, he sure was tall, but not at tall as she was, because he was only reaching her shoulder. Chloe wasn't a really tall girl, but she had long legs that seem like they went on forever, the keyword being "seem”.

The next night the girls and I went to a club called Vault. It's a nice place to dance and smoke hookah, but it is too damn small. From outside of the club it looks dark with flashing lights; the only way you'll know it's a club is by the music blasting through the walls. They play all the latest hits, some reggaeton but mostly hip-hop.

"Elle. I'm going to ask them to come over so we can tell them all at once." I loved the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and laughed at the same time. My heart soared when his face lit up with excitement, and I loved nothing more than to be the reason for his happiness. With me tucked into his side, he held me with one hand and used the other to send out a group invite to our clan. It appeared Saturday was the day we would come out of hiding. And I'd be just shy of twelve weeks.

Her voice echoed oddly, splitting into two tones—hers and something lower, almost answering. She moved forward. The floor beneath their boots was a mosaic of glass and metal, depicting a lunar shape cradling a sun. Where she stepped, light bloomed underfoot and faded again behind her. The walls curved inward at the top, creating the impression of being inside a colossal sphere. At its center hovered a column of light rising from a pool of dark water. Zevran approached the pool’s edge. The surface reflected nothing. “What is it?” “The Cradle,” she said. “The Moon’s resting core. It holds what was left behind when the god fell.”

Not the Crownless King. Someone smaller. Clad in white. A child? Cradle took a slow step forward, but Kael grabbed her arm. “Wait.” The figure began walking toward them, barefoot, silent. As they neared, Cradle saw the girl couldn’t be older than twelve. Pale skin, black eyes, and a mouth stitched shut with what looked like silver thread. Her hair floated slightly behind her, as if underwater. Kael’s grip tightened. “She’s not real.”

She held it in front of her and observed it by the light of the flash beam. She examined the drawings of the mountain terrain, the layout of the mountain face they had climbed, its various ledges and areas of stable ground, and the three X’s that surrounded that question mark, what Damon thought to be the location of the Mourner’s Cradle—where she stood right now.

It was the heart of a thriving village they called "The Cradle." The Cradle was a place of impossible life. The moss had become grass, soft and resilient, covering the ground between the lovingly repaired crystal structures. The single tree had become a grove, its children sprouting from seeds carried on the now-gentle wind. Vines, heavy with glowing, blue fruit, climbed the walls, their light pushing back the eternal twilight. A spring, coaxed from the deep earth by Leo's persistent communion with the land, bubbled in the central plaza, its water clear and sweet.