The Cradle Book Novels & Stories

A book fell from a bookshelf before the shelves’ bottom support succumbed and books cascaded down into a pile. In the living room, another narrow crack snaked across the ceiling. The ceiling creaked, its cracks spreading, until it came apart. Several cardboard boxes from the attic crashed down into the living room floor. The boxes split apart and photographs poured across the carpet. V One minute, Jake Grant drove over the River Bridge. The next, water submerged everything and his car became a water-filled steel prison. He sucked in his next breath almost without thinking. The heavy dose of oxygen sustained him as he instinctively fought his way out. He pushed and kicked against the force th

For the first time, she experienced how wonderful it feels to have someone called the apple of the eye. She was in the library then, researching for her report. Coincidentally, the book she needed was on the higher part of the shelf and she could not reach it. But because of her shy nature, she still tried to reach the book by squatting. She was surprised when suddenly a tall, dark-skinned man approached her and handed her the book.

During this time, Cradle had woken from hibernation. When she was revealed to me, I refused to sleep anywhere near the glass separating us. Cradle was a mass of black, backwards legs, all pointing up at the roof from the joints. She looked like some kind of mutant spider; with a face that split down the middle into a perfect V. Her hairless black body curled upwards, revealing her soft underside that had white horizontal stripes running up it. Her glowing silver eyes were the only things I could look at. She didn’t even speak English. As far as I was concerned, Ignascha and Diesel were my only friends.

I held his hand and took the book away from his grip. Just when I was placing down his hand on the bed, I felt cold. No no no. I checked for his pulse. But, I could feel nothing. I checked for his heartbeat but no. It isn't beating. I didn't know when I fell to the ground and when I started crying. But now, I am being lifted off the ground and someone were wiping my tears. All my new neighbors were here. They are speaking something. But I can hear nothing. I wiggled myself out of their grip and held Nonno's hand in mine.

A deep forest-green gown with embroidered gold runes, her red hair braided into two, and a thin veil draped over her head like the model devotees that frequent the citadel. She carried three thick books in her arms, all borrowed from the library. Well, borrowed without permission but still the same thing. Every elder and guard she passed stared at her like she had grown a second head. Seeing their reactions, she smirked and headed in the direction of the citadel. The citadel loomed ahead, towering and solemn. Ancient stone pillars spiraled upward, their surfaces etched with prayers and warnings. Naelis stepped in anyway. Because why the hell not?

Behind him stood hundreds of fully armed guards in black armor. On their banners was a symbol that struck fear across the entire continent. The Greedwolf Royals from the Northern Realm. The altar fell into deathly silence. Even the blade in Silas's hand slipped from his fingers and clattered to the ground. "Th-the Greedwolf King…" One elder dropped to his knees, trembling. "It's the ruler of the Northern Realm, Alex Cruz!" My brother, Alex, looked coldly at the nearly suffocating Ronan in his grasp, his voice like judgment from hell itself.

It was a bridge between his past and our present. In the center of the room stood the crib. It was mahogany, dark and rich, polished to a mirror shine. It looked sturdy enough to survive an earthquake. And above it... Above the crib hung a mobile. But not plastic animals. It was made of delicate glass stars and... pages. I walked closer. The "stars" were folded from paper. "Are those..." I reached out to touch one. "Alex, are these book pages?" "First editions," he murmured, standing behind me. "Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby."

Placing the paper away in frustration not knowing what it said, I brought my head up thinking harder than my eyes fell on the bookshelf pondering if maybe that had a language translator. Or something that was closer to the real deal, I put the paper on the nightstand standing up with the candle,trying not to step on any cracks or creeks. Walking over my eyes traced the variety of books but all I could see were books of animals and plants. "Lavender go to sleep." A exhausted Crystal rolled over moving her raven hair out of her face.

Crane pondered about that for a moment and snapped his hands as he seemed to have developed an idea. “There is this book that we were told about when we were kids” Crane looked at Ella. “Go ahead and tell her, the future of this world lies on our hands and I don’t care if we have to break protocol to change the narratives of her own world” Valerie smiled at Ella; aside the fact that she was a beauty to behold, she was also brave woman. “This book is known as the book of the gods; it is hidden in one of the ancient mountains in Belizibub” Crane stated.