Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

As expected, the red fairies retreated to their camp. In a distant jungle, three towns away from the blue crystal wolves clan, a man named Tiger was planning a meeting. The goal was to acquire a highly powerful magical amulet from the blue crystal wolves clan. Their intention was to use the amulet's magic to enhance their own powers, aspiring to rule both the wolves clans and the human world. Who are these individuals? Tiger and his group were known as the Night Crawlers. Despite being able to move around during the day, they were pure-blooded vampires with a strong disdain for humans. They didn't hesitate to kill anyone who opposed them.

I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging. That's what led me to this stupid idea on Christmas Eve. I was alone in my cramped apartment, the snow outside building up against the windows like a white prison wall. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out this ancient book I'd snagged from a shady thrift store downtown. It was all about old Alpine myths, and tucked away in the yellowed pages was a ritual for summoning Krampus… not the watered-down version from holiday movies, but the genuine article, the horned devil who dragged the wicked straight to hell for their sins.

ends tonight,” she said, voice like a storm.I moved with her, blade slicing through the first mask-bearer with a scream of Aether and blood. Clara’s flame roared to life, searing the air itself. Together, we carved a path through the darkness—step by step, strike by strike.But the Cradle wasn’t just a place. It was alive. The ground trembled beneath our feet, runes flaring like dying stars. The Aether rose in a wave, trying to drown us.“Ryker—!” Clara cried. Her voice cracked, her flame faltering.“Hold on!” I roared, grabbing her hand. The bond between us sparked like lightning—raw and desperate. I felt her power flow through me, mingling with my own darkness. Shadow and Flame, one.The Crad

Threat level: God-tier. And in the dark corridor of the ship, as Sera sat staring at her hands, still shaking… Adrian knelt beside her. “You think she’s really going to kill you?” “No.” He frowned. “Then what is she going to do?” Sera met his eyes. And said something that chilled him more than any scream ever could. “She’s going to save me.” The approach to the Cradle was quiet. Too quiet. The facility was carved into the side of a glacial ravine on a rogue planet with no natural orbit, a drifting ghost world Mira had once used to develop unstable prototypes in absolute isolation.

Immortal Cravings Part 1-Temptation If there was ever a time to be worried about my safety, it was now. This very moment. Sneaking through the factories. Hunting creatures which shouldn’t exist. Persona Sanguinis. Person of the Blood. Vampires. Well, one kind specificlly. Sanguinis Perfide. Traitor of the blood. Somewhere on this dock, in this seething scent of fish, rubbish and motor oil, was a rogue vampire. A rogue which my boss wanted dead.

She saw Elara in dreams—sometimes pleading, screaming. “The seal is fracturing,” Lyra warned. “The balance inside her is crumbling.” “And if it breaks?” Aiden asked. “Then Elara wins. Through Iris.” Scene 5: The Cradle Unveiled On the seventh night, they reached it. The Cradle of the Eclipse. A valley untouched by time. The air shimmered with raw magic. At the center stood a colossal monolith—veined with lunar ore and obsidian, humming with celestial power. And atop it… Elara waited.

I lay back down, tears streaming down my cheeks, until I succumbed to the void of a dreamless sleep. Adrian’s perspective- Overwhelmed by guilt, I struggled with the knowledge that I had helped kidnap Crystal. It was a desperate act, driven by the fear for my little sister’s safety. She is so young, so vulnerable, and her frightened eyes haunt me, pleading silently for rescue.

My head turns, hearing the click of something mechanical, a loud crack and bang ring out and I feel the bite of something hot piercing my shoulder. Crane’s beta, Aldric, positioned sideways holds a gun aiming at me. Pulls back the hammer again, taking aim, his finger on the trigger. Instead of trying to move out of the way, I lunge towards him. Just then the flash of a lightly colored animal pounces in front of me, the bang of the gun firing, the whimper of the animal who lays atop the beta.

Dad added as he stood up from his spot on the sofa before grabbing his opened laptop and positioning it properly on his elbow before trying to pick his phones up from the hand rest of the sofa. I picked the phones and handed them to him which he placed on the laptop before looking at me blankly. "I'll take care of it with my all, I promise!" I informed my Dad, my fingers unconsciously covering the pendant of the choker as if trying to shield it from anything harmful. "I know you will, I just want you to know how dangerous this small necklace is. Some thieves can cut off your neck just to get this necklace cause it's a pure. It doesn't fade, it glows forever, like you." Dad's voice infiltrat

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.