Cradle Novels & Stories

Cradling Aceli, she enjoyed the gentle breeze in peace. “Trim your nails first.” Pandora whispered softly as she pulled out a nail clipper from Kingston’s full toolkit. From the start, Pandora had planned this when she realized how long Aceli’s fingernails were as the little girl clung to the sturdy railing. A multi-level van required such components for everyone’s safety—components that allowed Pandora and Aceli to dangle their feet freely.

I have been so alone for so long and I just wish it wasn’t like this. The tears get more intense. But it’s okay because Atari is here and she lulls me to sleep telling me stories about how I will shift for the first time on my birthday and how we will run together. Atari tells me she know we have a mate just not who. When our mate finds out we are here, he will come rescues us. She says and as I drift off into a pain filled sleep I am comforted by this thought. A mate to save me.

“Where… are we?” Kael looked ahead. The horizon was jagged, filled with the shapes of colossal spires rising out of the earth, not buildings, but something older. Bones. Towering, fossilized ribs of creatures so ancient they could’ve been gods. Between them ran rivers of black glass, winding and glimmering faintly under the dead light. “The Cradle,” he said quietly. “This is where the Warden was born.” Lira swallowed. “Born from what exactly?” He hesitated. The words felt heavy even in his mouth. “From the same power that made the Crown. From the first mark.”

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

James dragged Kiel far from me and I watch them but later on check out the car, and when I hold the hood of the car my head hurt a little and I close my eyes and a memory appear… not really a memory but rather a sound of the car in full speed and me screaming with enthusiasms. “What the hell was that?” “Is there something wrong?” James asked that made me look at him. I bite my lips and told them about the memory and they both look at each other while nodding. “We should eat our lunch together.” James suggested and before I knew it I get inside the car and felt the familiar feeling once again and I just smile through it. “Cradle to grave.” James suddenly said t

’ The red haired stranger who claimed to be my mother had shaking hands and cleaned her tears, recomposed herself and leaned her torso, for her arms to rest on her lap. I sat down on my bed again and so did Ophelia. ‘You were born on a rainy day. Not many children of our kind are born in October, but there you were, a little bundle of joy on a Friday the 13th. Lia lived near the Orphanage and as soon as I found out about my pregnancy I have lived with her. You must understand, Kyla, that if someone found out about you, you wouldn’t be here. I had to keep you safe.’

Different magical creatures came by to say well done and gave me special items to keep me safe. Even Cyrus and the Awakened paid us a visit, presenting us with a beautiful artifact — a small, intricately carved crystal that glowed with a soft, pulsing light. “This is said to protect unborn children,” Cyrus explained, placing the crystal in my hand. “We want you to have it.” I was really moved by the gesture and felt a lump in my throat. “Thank you, Cyrus,” I said. “This means more to me than you can imagine.” That night, I had my first cravin' big time preggo. I woke up in the middle of the night really wanting some chocolate chip and pickles.

A subtle scent of lavender lingered in the air, hinting at the careful attention Myra had put into making this place a home. Moving towards the nursery, Myra cradled Allistar in her arms, his tiny breaths a lullaby in the quiet room. The cradle, adorned with delicate patterns, stood beside a window overlooking the backyard. Soft toys dangled from the mobile above, swaying gently in response to the breeze.

“Oh, a cradle. How old was it?” It was strange; under her hand, the dark oak felt alive. With an impulse, Eden gently rocked it. She looked under the wooden corolla with a smile, imagining her baby safe under there and returning the smiles. “This is the cradle of the heir to the title.I think. You can see it in many of the portraits in our grand gallery. See the coat of arms on the back?”

He was a pincushion of small nicks when he finally made his way through. Breathing heavy he climber over the root ball of a particularly ancient Oak, he wiped his brow and thought, At least it had not been as bad as stepping through the path of scorched earth. Lifting his head, he scanned what was before him: a huge circle of an area, full of trenches and craters from where trees had been uprooted, in the distance a small glade, the center of the eruption, and the dilapidated fashioning’s of a small cottage. The air above the glade was not proper, it shimmered, danced almost as if light spooled from to.