Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

The call connected after several tense minutes. A gruff voice answered. “This is Beta Harlan of Midnight Bloom. What do you want, Night Claw?” I took the phone with shaking hands. “This is Lyra. Your people attacked me on the way. They stole the relic. My father, the former Beta of Night Claw, is still your prisoner. I followed your instructions. I went alone like you asked me to so they were able to take the relic easily. I need time to recover it.” There was a long pause on the other end. Then Harlan’s voice came back, colder. “You had one job. Deliver the relic. Now you’re telling me it’s gone?”

“Then we do it carefully. Step by step.” Jax’s hand tightened around mine. “I’ll lead. But you’re coming with me. No exceptions.” We approached the second cradle cautiously. The amber light seemed to react to our presence, pulsing faintly, almost like a heartbeat. The shape inside was humanoid but not fully formed—its features blurred, constantly shifting, as if the system itself hadn’t decided on a stable form yet. “It’s watching us,” Chase said. “It can anticipate movement, mimic neural patterns. Your father built it to learn fast—too fast.”

After completing his exploration with Jia, Frankie, and others, Creed took his leave and came back to the public shelter. He put the 'Soul Crystal' he got from killing the 'Mayhem Sealcroc' inside his room along with the ring. Overnight he got a new living egg. Obviously, he had no plans of stopping his beast synthesis process. His innate saturation was still low, and this was the only way for him to gain saturation points quickly.

"She is the correction, Dante. And the child she carries... that is the final version. You aren't saving her. You’re just the delivery boy." The psychological horror of the glitching reality and the impending "birth" of the Cradle created a vacuum of pure, unadulterated terror. In this Thirteenth Hour, where the rules of physics and the Trust were dissolving, there was only one truth left: the physical connection between the Master and the Prize.

"They fit together." A smile appeared on her face. "This is the complete code." Everyone felt hope again. Claire entered the long series of numbers into the scanner. The machine beeped. Then another message appeared. "Code accepted." Nick smiled. "It worked." Nobody celebrated. Another message appeared immediately. "Final verification required." Claire's smile vanished. "What now?" The scanner lit up again. A small screen displayed a question. WHO IS THE TRUE HEIR OF DAVID ASHFORD?

"How did this happen? How did you even manage to pull this? We spoke just this morning and now you’re the owner of the company?" "I’ve been working on it since we got here, actually." He reveals and when I continue to stare at him, confused, he explains. "When I brought Arabella here, I knew there was something strange going on, so I got some information that made things clear to me. I realized you were struggling and at first, I just wanted to help you get the company, but when I called you this morning and asked; I realized I needed to do something else. Which is what I’ve done. You have the freedom you want now." "Amanda Hazard. How did you…" I trail off and Sinclair chuckles. "Wasn’t har

I WILL WRITE AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING TOO WHERE NATASHA WILL BE ALIVE AND WILL GET HER HAPPY ENDING. Third Person POV The rage inside him was boiling, making him want to kill someone. More precisely Scott Allen. He had snatched his love from him and now he had seized his child again too. No that child in Natasha's womb could not be his. She might have slept with that bastard after him. They were playing with him just like she did. Miranda had promised him that she only loves him.

The marble shelves hid mini‑servers; anachronism felt poetic. Hale sifted through archives while Adrian projected a 3D ledger tree. Every branch pulsed with transactions…half legitimate, half synthetic. “These are Crane’s trusts,” Hale said. “Co‑signed by Drayke Holdings Limited.” Adrian exhaled slowly. “Crane was working with Drayke before the collapse.” “He probably still is,” Hale replied. “Which means your redemption arc just became a family war again.” Adrian closed the projection, the holographic balance sheets folding into dark. “Then let’s win the one they started.”

"These kidnappers are greedy." "It's not about the money." Eric shook his head. "That's a diversion." Tim suddenly pointed at a corner of the screen. "That watch—" They leaned in and noticed the kidnapper was wearing a distinctive mechanical watch with a small snake symbol on the dial. "A custom Vistaria model. There are less than ten of them in the world," Tim narrowed his eyes. "Check the buyer list." Eric immediately looked at Sean, who understood and went off to make the call.

“In ancient times, with powers like theirs you could bond with them and control their visions” “So Vincent may be using them?” She didn't say anything, just nodded. Jaden entered, tossing a thick folder onto the table. “Scouts found it.” We all turned. “The Cradle, it's a real place. An old cavern under Blackpine Lake. Supposedly abandoned for centuries. But fresh activity, tracks, smoke, even bodies dumped in the woods.” Eric opened the folder. Photos, symbols etched in blood and a circle of wolf claws nailed to stone.