Supernatural Cain Novels & Stories

I nearly vomited. “Oh, plague. She collapsed again,” Samael propped me up. “Metatron, Callie. Callie, Metatron. Callie, Auriel- say hello!...” He waved my hand for me like a puppet. I, weakened by their mighty presence, could do nothing but lean against Sam. I felt increasingly like Death's chew toy. “...Raphael, the one with the obsession for Cajun food. Haniel, beautiful as always. And Raziel, the constipated-looking one.”

My voice rises slightly in surprise at his voluntary surrender. “There is no need to fight. My time has come. The hands of fate have already foretold my death. There is nothing that I can do to save myself now. So, I welcome death with open arms. One day we will meet again Avalon, Princess of St Leger, daughter of Oona St Leger, Wife of Lucas Caine, Queen of the Underworld. I wonder, by the time our paths cross, will you have gained any more titles to add to your already full string?” His eyes follow my movements as I rise from me chair, a ball of fire in my hand. “I wish you well Lucifer Caine, King of the Underworld.” I say before I step forward and launch the flames towards him. The ball

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

Cain stood up and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the migraine that was building with the sudden onslaught of his hyper-conscious senses. "Don't worry about it." He walked over to the wet bar and poured the last remaining liter of blood from the plastic bag into the stainless steel shaker. "I'm out," he said, showing Daniel the empty bag. "Already?" Daniel asked incredulously. "You've gone through five bags in two days..." "I can start going through people if you'd like," Cain said shortly. He noticed how uncomfortable his comment made Daniel and he shook his head. "It's her," he admitted. "What do you mean?"

His gaze fixed on her eyes. Una silently swallowed. Weren’t there any complications once Una told him who she was? That she came back from the dead and became a demon? Either way, she’d end up dead anyway. Una gambled his last hope of survival. “I am Una, a lowborn in the Nacht territory…” she paused before she added, “I was Hevian’s bride….” Drite’s eyes widened. “No way!” “I am telling the truth! Let’s make a deal. I can’t die again… I’ve just been resurrected!”

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

Still, he had anticipated this end result. "Ah... But I assume one existed earlier than. Just an unofficial interest organization." "...Really?" Raven's eyes flashed as he became struck with surprising inspiration. Yesterday he had heard from Anna about approximately roaming supernatural creatures and had witnessed the curse ritual. It became a piece of a stretch, however, he felt like there have been a few kinds of connection among them.

He was gambling on the computer as usual when all of a sudden he heard a strange mechanical sound in his head. "The binding of the system is done. 17-year-old Ryan Dixon. Jeff Gray has been chosen as the winner." The strange way the voice looked shocked and scared him. Once he came back to himself, he even thought it might have been a hallucination. But he quickly showed that in his mind, there was something called a "Best Friend System" that kept trying to get him to become real friends with Jeff Gray. Who is Jeff Gray? Does he know this Jeff Gray?

Satan closed his eyes and called Lucifer and the Reaper to him. But only a fuzzy shadow appeared in front of his eyes. "My king, I no longer create anything to aid you since my body breaks apart each time I attempt to manifest in the mortal realm. Hell is under Father Bael's rule. Neither Lucifer can move since Bael has imprisoned him in the dungeon. He is trying to kill Miss Bella and Lilith visited him,” the Reaper's shadow informed Satan and the next second howled loudly and painfully, indicating that he was being tortured for breaking the rules.

Cain pressed harder, his voice curling like a serpent. “We both know Gavriel is becoming uncontrollable. Whenever that damned Lycan in him surfaces, he craves blood, destruction—he is unfit to rule this continent. But me…” Cain leaned closer, his smirk widening. “I also carry Lycan blood. I am far more suited than him.” It was true. Cain was no ordinary werewolf. Like Gavriel, he bore the blood of the Lycan, but his lineage came from the lesser Lycanthros, a step below the ancient Lunaris Dominion, the most powerful line of all.