Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

During this time, Cradle had woken from hibernation. When she was revealed to me, I refused to sleep anywhere near the glass separating us. Cradle was a mass of black, backwards legs, all pointing up at the roof from the joints. She looked like some kind of mutant spider; with a face that split down the middle into a perfect V. Her hairless black body curled upwards, revealing her soft underside that had white horizontal stripes running up it. Her glowing silver eyes were the only things I could look at. She didn’t even speak English. As far as I was concerned, Ignascha and Diesel were my only friends.

I'd been reborn. Staring at my pudgy little hands, I barely processed it. Didn't Ella kill me? Guess the universe hit rewind. Two women stood outside the orphanage gate. Lindsay Crowe—yep, still drop-dead gorgeous, every move like a slow-mo perfume ad. She was the one who picked me last time. Beside her was Dakota Hart. Sharp eyes, hair yanked back, zero smiles. The kind of mom who ran her house like a boot camp.

The kind of cosmic, soul-ripping sound that made the Cradle drop to her knees, hands over her ears, as the very air began to flake like dead skin. And from that screaming sky… A claw emerged. Not metaphor. Not dream. A real claw. Bigger than cities. Dripping ink that turned to rot as it fell. Kael screamed—and this time it was only him. “I can’t hold it—” The Cradle stood, blood dripping from her ears, and looked at him. Then she looked at the claw. At the sky fracturing above them. And she decided. She ran. Straight at him. “Don’t—” he choked.

I swallowed before I spoke in one breathe, “FIRE CRACKER” The end.

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

"He's projecting a localized high-gravity field ahead of the ship to crush any resistance before he even lands." Jack looked up at the ceiling of the Cradle. Cracks were forming in the rock. Magma-colored light was bleeding through. "He's not here to arrest us," Jack said, drawing his weapon. The "Blood Hunter" inside him was snarling. The predator had arrived. "He's here to harvest." The ceiling exploded.

"You can’t let me die, Talia baby. I’m sorry... for everything. If we make it out of here, we can find a way to move past it all..." "Oh, shut up, you pathetic fool, before I put a bullet in your brain!" Cassie groaned. She looked at the dying Alpha, then at Clyde’s smug face, and finally threw the gun to the dirt. She marched over to Clyde and began to untie his wrists. The moment he was free, Clyde subdued Cassie, bound her tight, and snatched the gun from the floor. He dug through our duffle bag, pulled out a scalpel, and set to work. He carved the silver bullet from Dylan’s leg, then pulled a small vial from his pocket. He turned his back to us, shielding his movements as he administered

I can’t see him yet over the curve of the stairs, and for one suspended second I tell myself it’s fine, it’s a coincidence, there are other people named Cain in this city, this is not— He appears at the top of the stairs. Dark hair still wet from a shower. Black t-shirt. The edge of a snake tattoo curling out from his collar. Cain Russo. Looking at his phone. Not paying attention. “Cain,” Marcus says. “This is Linda’s daughter. Layla—” He looks up. Our eyes meet. For three full seconds neither of us moves, neither of us breathes, and I watch his face go from blank to shocked to something I have never seen on him before and can’t name now, and I think I must look exactly the same because my m

I searched for any further explanation on that line but there was none. I took the file from Raymond and opened it, luckily. It was about the company. That was why he handed it to me. I skimmed through, searching for anything I didn't see in the book, and then I found the copy of the document that was signed. The wave of nausea hit me again, this time, harder and I rushed off to the bathroom where I threw up my guts. Grandma Felicia was the second stakeholder.

Now he was standing right under a white light that looked like a spotlight, shining on him and making him look like a noble angel. “Ciara,” he said carefully. “I—Blood Dawn have invested a lot in you. You were ours from the start. This is your home.” “This is not my home!” Ciara screamed, angry. “Stop calling this godforsaken place my home!” Crane took wide strides toward the cage and wrapped his arms around the bars. “You have nowhere to go,” he hissed. “Yes, I do!” Ciara fought back. “I have a pack. They will definitely look for me!”