Supernatural Cain Episodes Novels & Stories

Cain smiled faintly and said calmly, "Killing him is easy, but I wouldn't want to do it because I don't want to dirty my hands with his blood!" "Then what are you going to do? Aren't you rich? Where are your bodyguards?" Lucy asked immediately. Finally, Cain took out his cell phone and said, "Relax. I'll make a call and have my men come over in a while. They will then capture Severin and his woman before giving them a good torture session. It'd be too merciful for him to just end his life. I want him to kneel in front of you, repent for what he did, and slap himself while begging you for forgiveness!"

With a snarl Cain launched himself toward the feathered terror, at the same moment I reached Verity’s side; her eyes glued to the fight, never leaving Cain. Cain ripped and tore at the angel, who looked positively gleeful the entire time. His fist flying it plowed into the iridescent skin of heaven’s fallen. A tear opened up on Kokabiel’s face, blood dripping down his cheek making a slash of red. His lips curved in a smile he returned as good as he got, both of them bloody and bruised. Verity beside me shaking, but not with terror, with rage. Cain, according to the Bible, is immortal. Unable to be killed or harmed and under God’s protection, he was the only one guaranteed to leave this battl

A shadow materialized before her, voice dripping with flattery. "Miss Vivienne, how may I serve you?" Vivienne jabbed a finger at our backs, her eyes vicious. "Those two dared to humiliate me. Make them suffer." Cain understood immediately. A dark grin spread across his face. "Don't worry. My family has guarded this mountain for generations. Every plant here answers to me." Cain was the offspring of a werewolf and a witch — an anomaly among wolves, but one who possessed abilities far beyond any ordinary werewolf.

"That's what he became. Kindness hidden so well it looked like hardness. Because hardness didn't get you hurt." Wren thought about the note in the journey provisions. Don't run. Not yet. A man who understood that a woman's only power was her own legs, and who had sent a message designed to protect rather than to cage. "When did he fight his father?" she asked. "Cain was seventeen," Sera said. "I was fourteen. Our father had — there had been an incident with one of the pack members, a woman, and Cain found out. He went to confront him." She paused. "I don't know all the details. I know what Thorne told me later, which may not be everything. I know that our father didn't survive the confrontat

"Are you absolutely confident Cain can protect you? Even against his own father? Because it's him that's out to get you, it was him that sent you away the first time and kept sending rogues after you. He doesn't want you for his son and he'll do anything to get rid of someone he see as an enemy. I should know, he killed my mate to punish me." "What?" I gasp. Thinking about the man that I've met and trying to imagine him killing someone. An innocent woman and for no good reason either. But then something tickles in my brain, a memory, either from my dreams or from my previous life, I'm not sure, but I'm filled with fear. An image of Cain's back, sliced open but not healing. Abaddon's eyes, da

“I will. I just need a little more time.” “Okay.” She paused. “I love you.” “I love you too. Leah … why did you guess demons?” “Just something Eyera said. I’ll explain more to you when I see you.” “I’ll see you in my dreams.” I listened to her sweet laugh. “It’s a date.” I listened as she hung up. I held the phone against my forehead for a moment. Then pocketed it and turned back to the wreckage. Cain was already directing the officers, organizing the survivors, calling for additional support from the nearest allied pack. He moved through the chaos with the efficiency of a man who'd been built for moments exactly like this.

Eve asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "I don't know," Silas admitted. "With Kane and Rex, they just....took over. Surfaced spontaneously during sex. But Cain...." He paused, his dark eyes troubled. "Cain has been waiting. Patient. Holding back. I don't know if he'll surface the moment we start, or if he'll wait until some specific trigger." "Then we just....start," Eve said. "Like normal. And see what happens." Silas nodded, moving to the bed. Eve joined him, her heart racing with anxiety and anticipation.

“I’m from the Supernatural Bureau. Old Cain has been detained by us because of kidnapping and violation of relevant regulations. However, due to his severe injuries, he’s temporarily in the hospital for emergency rescue. Are you his family member?” The voice on the phone made Juan feel surreal. Old Cain was arrested? He was even severely injured. What the hell was going on? Even the Soldier King could not catch hold of Old Cain. How could anyone in Riverdale take him down? He was a supernatural being. Could an ordinary person go up against him? What the hell was going on here?! A chill welled up in Juan’s heart as a scene of some strange bodyguards around Philip appeared in his mind. It seem

“I’ve almost isolated the source, but—” The screen flashed white, then black, then resolved into a low resolution video. The lighting was dim, flickering like candlelight. Then I saw Cain, he was on his knees, chest heaving, shirtless and marked with sigils that burned against his skin. Around him stood hooded figures chanting in an old, guttural tongue. And then, he screamed. “Isabella!” he cried, his voice breaking. “I need you—I can’t complete the ritual without you!”

Dirt and gravel rain down as the walls burst from the power of the explosion. Mikhail takes a defensive stance, pulling Nevaeh behind him. I look around the room, ducking the flying debris raining down from the ceiling. Another explosion echoes through the building, shaking us from our spot. Taking cover, I pick up Cassia’s body and cover it with mine when a nearby wall explodes. The impact knocks me off my feet, slamming us against the opposite wall. I hold Cassia’s body protectively inside my arms as my body is flung against the hard concrete. My back cracks with the impact, but I’m fine. I know that if I had been human, I’d be dead. At that moment, Lukan flies in, followed by a horde of