Cradle Novels & Stories

｡༶・° D I S C L A I M E R °・༶ ｡. Creature is rated mature and the plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains mature themes, swearing, sexual content and drug abuse. Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution.

I let out an unconscious squeak as I daintily picked the chain up. The lights from the television caught the chain, the reflecting lights blinded my eyes for a second. What really got me hooked to the chain was the pendant, it was small too but definitely bigger and very clear. The three letters carved into a pendant read out - FAY. I blinked back the tears already pricking my eyelids as I drank in the sheer beauty of the jewel. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!!" I cried out as I threw my arms over my Dad's neck in gratitude.

Exactly two years and five days after the death of my father, Cain Alexander Deveraux was born. He had my brown hair and Adam's brilliant blue eyes. That, however, was where the similarities ended. Cain was born a Vampire, yet he was also still a Lycanthrope; a hybrid, as Dr. Zosak had called him. He was the first of his kind. Although he was certainly one of a kind, Adam and I raised him normally. We didn't know how else to. As he grew, he began to turn into one of the most temperamental people I had ever met.

A family heirloom in the making, a symbol of love and tradition that would cradle our little one in comfort and joy. Abatrose had transformed the room I shared with David and him on board Atlantis into an enchanting underwater sanctuary. His breathtaking four-wall mural of a vibrant reef scene transported us to an oceanic wonderland, teeming with colorful fish, playful sea turtles, and delicate coral. The walls now enveloped us in a kaleidoscope of marine life, creating a sense of serenity and wonder. And in the center of this aquatic haven, Abatrose had crafted a magnificent crib from a giant, iridescent clam shell, its colors shimmering like the sea itself,

“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?”

She closed he eyes as she breathed in and out slowly. "Hey! I can't believe I forgot to show you this", Anna's loud voice was heard again and Kaylee opened her eyes to look at it. "Wow, it's pretty", Kaylee said when she saw it. It was a pink butterfly with a blue design on it. It was the size of a key holder and it had the circular iron thing stuck to it so Kaylee did not have to guess what it was but she liked it already. No girl can resist that, it was really pretty.

There is a very faint pulse. He pulls her up and helps her out. With the help of his dad, he takes her to the car. Iris, who had no idea about what's going on around her, keeps listening to the songs playing on the radio. Adelaide, sweetheart and soulmate of Valentino pulls both her babies to her and hugs them tight. By now, Iris senses everything that has been happening around her. "Momma, momma please, momma please wake up." Rhe little girl begs her mother.

The trail ahead straightened. "There," Seris said. "It remembers." They followed the thread of memory deeper. Into a valley that should not exist. The mountains on either side were too steep. The sky above too dim, despite the sun still hanging overhead. And at the valley's heart— The Cradle. Luna stopped. Stared. It was not a temple in the way the Moon Temple was a temple. No carved stone. No graceful arches. This was older. Rougher. A ring of standing stones, each taller than three wolves stacked, formed a circle around a central structure that seemed to be made of *compressed shadow*—solid, dark, impenetrable.

I reached out—and the moment my fingers brushed it, I was inside. The corridor was narrow. Smells of milk and dried blood. A cradle sat in the middle, carved from black stone and lined with thorns. My mother—no, not Amandira. Not Sybilla either. A woman I’d never seen before stood over it, chanting. I was the baby in the cradle. And I was watching her with newborn eyes, but an old soul. The woman carved something into the floor beneath me. An emblem. Seven arcs around a circle.

"She... she didn't just bypass the link. She dissolved the server." The ship plummeted through a layer of clouds so dense they felt like wool. They emerged into a hidden valley, a jagged emerald scar in the earth that was invisible to radar. In the center of the valley sat the Cradle—an ancient, white-stone structure that looked less like a building and more like a petrified forest of tuning forks. "The Original Family didn't find this place," Panni said, her memory of the Panni archives finally clicking into place. "They built their world around it. This is the source of the Aconite Prime."