Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

CRAVING MORE CYRUS'S POV I lay there, chest heaving, staring down at him like he'd just rewired my entire brain. dominic, sprawled on the bed, his hair plastered to his forehead, his chest rising and falling too fast, his cock still twitching from me, and my god—I wanted him again already, even though my balls were empty and aching. Fuck. I knew I'd never get enough of him. I could never get enough of him. My hands flexed, fingers curling on the sheets, just wanting him closer, wanting the heat back, the smell, the taste of him. The way he looked at me, with that mixture of fear and want, that submissive little bitch look I loved so much—it made my chest tighten until I thought it would impl

"What did you do?" Grace tilted her head, a gesture so reminiscent of the Digital Saint that Panni felt her heart stutter. "I silenced the noise, Papa. The Vault is a cage. Lucien is a collector. But the Cradle... the Cradle is where the music was written before the 'Contract' ever existed." Panni reached out, her fingers hovering inches from Grace’s cheek. She was terrified that if she touched her, she would find marble instead of skin. "Grace, baby, talk to me. This isn't you. This is Silas... he’s trying to use you."

Nightwatch & Motives That night, after the last call ended and the boardroom settled into dangerous quiet, Adrian stood at the window like a predator watching the city. His earlier vow echoed in the apartment—a promise and a threat braided together. He’d always preferred control to chaos; now he was leaning into chaos to protect something unquantifiable. And in the shadows of the boardroom, the Cranes were smiling. Because every war, no matter how fierce the soldiers, left scars. Across town, Clara listened to updates with quiet delight. “Perfect,” she murmured, smirking. “The Harrington empire doesn’t need me to destroy it. The board will do it for me.” Her laughter echoed cold through the

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

“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.”

By the time dinner ended, the female attendant had already helped me move my things to the room downstairs, and I thanked her politely. Deep into the night, a scream erupted, jolting me awake. Without thinking twice, I walked out of my room, seeing a half naked Kylie sitting on the ground in the compound. Not just me, but everyone else had come out of their rooms. Seeing us, Kylie's face flushed, and she immediately got up, her gaze moving to rest on the cold man who had not moved an inch from where he stood. But looking closely, another person had pushed Kylie, making her scream…it was none other than Kai, Rael's personal assistant.

He thought of the tears in Lydia’s eyes and the way she had looked at her paint-stained hands. The Clarkes had made a fatal error. They thought they were playing a game of chess. They didn't realize they had just stepped into a cage with a monster. *** Adrian stood up, his height dwarfing the broken kitchen. He looked like a god of vengeance standing in a temple of ash. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a direct line to his head of acquisitions and "Special Projects."

"I have you: Elara. Always." As Killian stood back up to face the Generals, I turned my attention to the Cradle itself. I could feel the structure humming, but it wasn't the healthy, rhythmic hum of the Silver Moon. It was a discordant, hollowing sound. Through the crystalline walls: I sensed it: "The First Void." It was an ancient parasite: a biological blank slate of absolute nothingness that had been feeding on the Cradle’s resonance since the beginning of time. The Ice Weavers weren't guarding a gift; they were guarding a hunger.

"This time, I'm not walking in alone. I have you. I have Reyes. I have my mother's memory. I have a daughter who's waiting for me to come home." I looked at the crane. At the fragile wings, the careful folds, the hope folded into every crease. "They think they're setting a trap. But they're walking into one." Adam smiled. That smile I'd loved from across rooms, before I knew his name. "Then let's go catch ourselves a Circle." The plane flew on into the dawn. Ahead, the trap was waiting. But so are we.

I went down the stairs while making a mental note to initiate her into the pack later. I wanted her in my head. Descending to the first floor, I was about to go out and find Lea when I bumped into two figures at the entrance. "What is it?" I asked both Luca and Emilio who looked like they had news to report. "We just came to report that the traffickers have gone all out and are now kidnapping underage pups between fourteen to sixteen." A threatening growl reverberated from my chest and I felt anger like never before. Those fucking bastards! They deserved worse than a castration, I swear, I’ll torture the culprit to death when I find him.