Cradle Snatcher Novels & Stories

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

He spat, and in between his groans he said, “YOUR HUSBAND allowed it. How is my offense greater than the man who should have protected you?” “No,” Colt said, just as I was about to speak. “You have that all wrong. Here is the man who should have protected her, and this is compensation for failing my duty.” He gave me a nod, slipping into silence again, and I kicked Norio in the waist. He screamed and arched like a bow away from the pole he was tied to, his skin where the acid had burned, a red, monstrous sight now. I moved the Pyramid down the pole, wondering where Colt had bought it, and how whoever made this got the inspiration to make a modern version of the Judas cradle with a suction ho

Seeing them still frozen in place, I thought maybe it didn’t suit their taste, so I held out the half-cooked piece in my hand. "Want it cooked instead?" The three of them flinched violently. "N-No…" Zephyr Noct, the blind priest, suddenly dropped to one knee, his voice dry. "You are the noble Alpha Female. This prey is your trophy. By the rules, we must wait until you have finished eating completely before we are allowed to take what remains." I frowned. "What kind of bullshit rule is that?" Without hesitation, I tossed the meat straight into their arms. They scrambled to catch it, then froze again, unsure what to do.

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

Mom could never show her face there again. I blocked her number but continued having someone deliver a book of scratch cards to her mailbox every month. I was not worried about her winning big. Scratch cards followed patterns. The ones I sent were carefully selected from batches where the grand prizes had already been claimed. Ironically, Mom really did get sick, just like she had claimed when she tricked me into coming home. She had a stroke. She survived but could no longer take care of herself. She would spend the rest of her life in bed.

Blocking every name route would hollow me out before I reached my son. I looked at the floor where Leo's black-gold cradle had vanished. Vessel Preparation Nursery. The phrase made my skin crawl. "We go after my son." Mira's eyes widened. "And Eli?" "We take him with us." The cradle was too large to carry. The boy inside was not fully restored. The registry wanted him to stay where it could process him. So I broke the cradle. Not with power first. With the pipe Silas handed me. Glass cracked under the first hit. Pain lanced up my arms. The second hit opened a spiderweb fracture across Eli's outline. Mira screamed at me to stop.

“Still shaking from coming on his cock and you’re sucking me like you’re starving for it.” Zade chuckled. “Greedy little cunt. Coming so hard and still begging for more, huh?” His thumb brushed over my clit—once, slow, cruel—making my whole body jerk. “You want me to fuck you properly again? Want Daddy to ruin this pussy while Knox uses your throat?”

They combed through the debris, calling out the names of their comrades, hoping to hear a response amidst the silence. Suddenly, a weak cry echoed through the devastation. The Ascendants turned their attention toward the sound, their eyes widening in disbelief. There, amidst the wreckage, a small cradle lay overturned, its contents revealed—a baby, no more than a few months old, crying out for help. Without hesitation, Amelia rushed toward the cradle, her instincts as a protector kicking in. She carefully scooped up the infant in her arms, cradling it gently against her chest. The child's cries subsided as if sensing Amelia's nurturing presence.

I screamed one final link to Clayton: “Trap. The ambush was a trap. Alpha Wyatt. Kidnapped. Find me.” Then, mercifully, all my senses shut down.

I didn’t even realize that. “Luke.” “Why are you crying?” He said angrily as he look inside the bathroom. “My friend has been abducted… by the person who wants to kill me.” His eyes widen and I he saw the crumbled paper on my hands, he read it and hold my hands. “Then, let’s go.” He said and he now we’re running and running and my eyes are just onto him, I smiled, he’s Luke and he’s indeed a savior.