Ethel Cain Genius Novels & Stories

"If Cain is a prototype, why did Silas leave him out here? Why not keep him in New York or Brazil?" ​"Because Cain is unstable," Eniola answered from the shadows of the cabin. She was wrapped in a traditional tuareg tagelmust, only her piercing silver eyes visible against the indigo fabric. "Silas didn't just want a successor; he wanted perfection. When Cain’s genetic markers began to degrade, causing the scars and the neurological glitches, Silas panicked. He didn't kill him—he locked him away in the most remote place on Earth to use him as a living archive."

He could still feel the electricity of her. "Sir?" his assistant whispered, stepping out of the shadows. "Do we intercept the deed transfer? We can crush her in court." "No," Ethan said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "We protect her. From everything. Even from herself. And if the Cains breathe in her direction? Burn them." Across town, in the decaying Silver Moon packhouse, Gregory Cain sat in his office. He was nursing a glass of cheap bourbon, trying to figure out how to pay the interest on their loans.

That can’t be the only reason, and I suspect Rafael didn’t believe her either, hence the long discussion. “Did someone pay you?” I ask. Ethel glances up from her plate and shakes her head. “I just knew a better way to do it.” “How did you do it?” “I put Benzos in her wine, waited until she passed out, then I injected insulin under her tongue. No one usually check for needle marks under the tongue. It's a difficult spot,” Ethel says almost proudly. "You have to do it juuuust right." I stare at her, trying to process the sheer genius of her assassination plan. No one will go looking for a cause of death, that’s the thing. Clarissa was a known drug addict. There were drugs right next to her on

It was a small, unassuming piece of plastic, but it was the only thing connecting me to the world outside this moving cage. I sat on the edge of the bed, the purple ambient lights of the cabin making my skin look bruised. I couldn't afford to be the girl who cried or the victim who waited for rescue. I was the one who had spent years dissecting the failures of men like Kai and Ethan with a keyboard and a sharp tongue. I knew their rhythms better than they knew themselves. Ethan’s biggest mistake wasn't the taser or the isolation; it was forgetting that a critic spends her entire life watching for the smallest crack in the performance.

“Evelyn, don't. Shut up!” “She has a right to know, Gabriel. You know it’s true.” A thick, suffocating dread spread through the forest. Ava’s pulse quickened to a painful, erratic beat. “What does that mean? Cain was the first. He was the anchor.” Evelyn looked directly into her eyes, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow cut through the howling wind. “It means Cain wasn’t the first successful subject. He was just the first one who survived with his mind intact.”

“Even my youngest sister, Lee, I mean, Liara, doesn’t know how to cook. Hell, she doesn’t even know how to fight. But that’s because she spent all her life between books.” “You won’t believe me, but she completed high school when she was just twelve,” Calvin said. “She was the extraordinary type of genius. I used to call her NERD to tease her.” “No doubt that’s why she is the youngest doctor in our world.” Ethlyn appreciated. She had a special type of respect for the medical students because her mother was a nurse, and she, too, wanted to be like her then. Calvin observed how Ethlyn’s eyes shined with pride and happiness while talking about Liara, but immediately she became sad.

“Besides, I wasn’t the one who got locked out of my own apartment and texted my best friend from the hallway wearing glitter heels and a bathrobe.” My eyes widened. “Wait, how did you know that?” Ethan tapped the side of his head. “You underestimate how detailed Evelyn’s storytelling is.” Celina groaned. “Traitor!” “Guilty,” I giggled. “You’re just too entertaining not to talk about.” Celina leaned toward Ethan, narrowing her eyes. “Fine. But I bet you’ve got a few embarrassing skeletons in your closet too.” Ethan grinned. “Oh, I definitely do. But unlike you, I’ve mastered the art of keeping them hidden.”

“You’re a damn genius.” Ethan shrugged. “Let’s just hope it’s enough.” Grace’s tone sharpened with purpose. “It will be. If the judge accepts this, Cassandra’s case falls apart.” My voice finally broke through the fog. “Ethan… how did you even think to look there?” He met my eyes for the first time that morning. “Because I know people like her. When you get desperate, you tend to be sloppy.” I reached for his hand without thinking, squeezing it once. “You just saved us.”

"I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend." "Samuel is a traitor." Cain says after Gene bows slightly and turns to walk away. The statement stops him in his tracks and we turn to look at Cain, who is watching Samuel carefully. "He and Allison were working with Eligor, feeding him information. What do we do about that now?" "Are you sure? How do you know?" Gene asks, studying Cain. "My mother told me." Cain says simply. "He is the

Chester began sarcastically, and then he drew closer to Ethan and whispered something into his ear. "I killed Mr. Winston. I killed Kristen. I brought the chaos at the inauguration. I allowed my own daughter to be kidnapped. I killed those people at the bridge. And yes, I am 7.6….6…..5!" He smiled. "I'm a genius right? Aha, nowz you did with my secret like your poor friend Jameson. Too sad he died with Edmond my boy". Ethan opened his mouth in amusement, bewilderment, shock, flabbergast, as those words registered in his ears, his mind went numb. His eyes went blank and his head felt nothing.