Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

Perhaps when he was done with him, he would spit out the truth. Many years ago, Edward Crayon was once part of a mafia organization. He had fallen in love with the beautiful daughter of a Don and when he confessed his love to her, she rejected him and told him she had someone else that she loves. Heartbroken and dejected, he left. Years later, he came back still in love and when he saw the woman happy with her husband and son, he felt angry that he was still heartbroken and felt that if he can't have her, no one else will. So he kidnapped her to a secluded place but unknowingly to him, her little son followed behind.

Cavallaro stood in front of it like a man before an altar. “It is finished,” I said. He reached for his phone to order Rosa Marchetti’s death, I knew but my own phone rang first. Geneva. Liam’s voice, urgent and alive. “Sloane, we have Clara Two. We are extracting her now. But you need to know what she told us. She said there were three of them in the nursery. Three cribs. Three names. Clara. Celeste. And—” gunfire cracked in the background, distant but clear, “—and Sloane.”

"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.

“I—I don’t know. But it feels… like something’s calling. Deeper. Beneath everything.” The standing stones flared to life, runes blazing like blood and starlight. The ground cracked, splitting open at our feet. A gust of Aether-laced wind rose, swirling around us with a howl that tasted like forgotten names. I braced myself, but Clara’s hand caught mine. “We have to go,” she said, her voice trembling with power and certainty. “The Cradle’s heart isn’t just a place. It’s a door. And it’s opening.”

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.