Cradle Novels & Stories

"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.

Denera "Oh, my dear Denera! Look at this exquisite hand-stitched cradle!" Granny Yeneva exclaimed, her voice practically vibrating with excitement as she held aloft a tiny, intricately carved cradle. "It's made from the finest oak, imported from the heartwood of the Whispering Woods. Such craftsmanship! It's perfect for a little prince or princess." I smiled politely, trying to suppress a yawn. The sheer volume of baby-related gifts was starting to feel overwhelming. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the thoughtfulness, but the endless stream of tiny clothes, rattles, and bassinets was beginning to feel a bit repetitive.

I pouted and nodded. We’re both shopping for his brother’s baby shower. He just got married and now expecting a baby. Luke was actually hesitating if I wanted to go but I pushed through even though the memory still pains me as I know Luke wanted to go and it’s been a while since I last saw his brother. “Let’s just a a crib or a stroller?” I suggested and we picked both as we can’t pick between the two.

’ 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.

Which had actually made me feel great, I don't want to have to rely on anyone to help me walk to the bathroom. When I got back to my room I turned the knob to open the door, I was shocked to find the bedding done, the mess gone, no sign that I had just given birth in here besides the... My hands flew to my mouth as I studied what my eyes were seeing, making sure this was real, not some crazy illusion. "Did you? I mean... It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." "I hoped you would like it, I made it for him, his very own cradle with his name carved into the foot of it along with a wolf howling up at a Cresent Moon at his head.

“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.

I was standing in the formless space again, Kael beside me, the Navigator watching with approval. "You have touched all the cradles," she said. "The Cradle of Light. The Cradle of Shadow. The Cradle of Fire. The Cradle of Water. The Cradle of Earth. The Cradle of Stars. The Cradle of Dreams. The Cradle of Silence. The Cradle of the First Breath. The Cra