Supernatural Cain Episodes Novels & Stories

My eyes fell now directly at the man who had introduced himself to me as El Cana. “You’re what?” I whispered, trying to get a reply. But he didn’t repeat himself. He just looked at me with those unreadable eyes. “Damon!” He called out to my Dad, who sat quietly behind him now. “Would you like to tell your pretty daughter your crime and how you’ve arranged her for your crime? Or would you rather prefer I do you the honours of telling her of how despicable her father is and her fate now as my bride, whether she likes it or not.”

~ Gab ~ “Obviously Luke killed him! Isn’t it completely obvious already?” Daniel shouted, and anger shook every word that came out of his mouth. “That man had no soul left! He killed his own father!” “I’m not saying you’re wrong, Daniel,” Leah said gently. She folded her arms across her chest and looked from Daniel to me. “But what if there is more to the story than we know?” Daniel opened his mouth to argue, but Leah continued before he could say anything.

“You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.” In a flash, the Reaper closed the distance. One cold hand touched Clark’s chest. Clark gasped. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. His body jerked once—twice—and then fell to the floor, lifeless. Silence. The Reaper turned to me. Blood rushed in my ears, too loud to hear whatever he said—if he said anything at all. My body gave in to the darkness. And I collapsed. Cullen’s POV The man’s body dropped like a stone. Soul ripped. Breath silenced.

Suddenly, the head of the Gardners, Cain Gardner, looked at Wilbur abruptly. "Who are you? How dare you trespass the shrine?" Then, Cain stood up. A surge of spiritual energy instantly exploded from his body. A terrifying spiritual pressure washed over the shrine. The windows and doors were broken, and the walls crumbled. Cain formed a long spear in his arm. It was ignited in spiritual flames and had a lot of runes. He leaped out of the shrine and glared at Wilbur. The terrifying spiritual pressure made Yaron and Cyrus back away too.

Next destination was Luvina. Stephanie stood not breathing as she was given her final examination. “You will be able to fight” the healer said and she wasn’t sure if she should be excited about that or not. It was war, so Supernaturals like her were going to die. Even she stood a chance of dying and there was also the problem. But she hadn’t been able to talk to her father that she knew the Supernatural that were waging war on them. “I see you’re finally better” Skye said.

"Your plan is insane. I won't let you execute my mate just because you're too afraid to see that supernatural beings aren't your enemy." "They killed your mother. Took her from me before you even got to know her. How can you defend them after what they did?" "Hunters killed my mother. The same hunters you're working with now. You've allied yourself with the people who murdered your wife all because they promised they could take away what makes me special. What makes me powerful." Cain appeared behind Marcus moving with the silence of a predator. Marcus didn't even know he was there until Cain's hand shot out and knocked the rifle from his grip. The weapon hit the ground and slid away as Cain

Together, we would navigate this tumultuous journey, bound by a shared understanding and the determination to survive. As I sat with Cain, his somber expression revealed a lifetime of untold stories and hidden pain. Intrigued by his mysterious nature, I asked him about his life, hoping to uncover the secrets that lay within his soul. Cain took a deep breath, his gaze drifting into the distance as memories flooded his mind. “I never knew my real parents,” he began, his voice tinged with sadness. “I was left on the doorstep of an old witch when I was just a baby. She took me in and raised me as her own.”

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

He’s going to dwell here for the rest his life either way, he thinks to himself. Cain walks silently towards that boy and attacks him from behind. He pierces through his life source from behind. The boy’s face is painted in pain and dread. Cain drags the light from his heart harshly and the boy’s soul vanishes into the air. The light scatters and enters his body. Suddenly, he swings to the top of a building.

My pulse quickens as I push the door ajar, the sight before me shattering the fragile walls of my world. Cain is there, his shirt half-unbuttoned, his arms wrapped around her. Claire. My best friend. The woman who stood beside me during my mating ceremony. My breath catches, a choked sob escaping my lips before I can stop it. Their heads snap toward me. “Cain…” My voice trembles as I step inside, my hands shaking. “What are you doing?” Claire smirks, a cruel twist of her lips that turns my stomach. Cain doesn’t bother to pull away from her. His icy gaze pierces me, filled with disdain rather than the guilt I hope to see.