The Wrath Of Cain Novel の小説・ストーリー

"I gave you one chance. That was it. I can't trust you again. I look at your face and I feel sick, you know that? Every second with you, I'm reminded of the child you had with Sophia. Of the nights you spent tangled up with her. We can't start over, Vince. I'm only asking you this—stop following me." I don't know whether it was the blood loss or heartbreak that made him collapse. His men arrived soon after and took him away. When he cut off his own arm, and I didn't even blink, he should have known— Forgiveness was never an option.

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

~ CATHERINE ~ I don’t notice the quiet at first. It creeps in like fog until the stillness wraps around me. The snarls are gone, and all I can hear is the thunder of my own heartbeat echoing inside my skull. Then Cain appears, gently prying my hand from the gaping wound on my chest. He lowers his head and inhales deeply, and I see the tight clench of his jaw and feel the rage rolling off him in waves. “It has to come out,” he says hoarsely as he looks me over, his voice raw and trembling slightly.

“Did I, or did I not, warn you to keep your filthy hands off the new staff?” “Mr. Red,” Cain stammered, his face instantly draining of color. He dropped his grip on my arms, his voice shaking violently. “I... why are you down here? I was just—” Before Cain could even finish his sentence, Mr. Red blurred. A sickening, loud crack echoed through the cellar as Mr. Red grabbed Cain by the throat and threw him completely across the room. Cain’s massive body crashed into the stone wall with a heavy thud, shattering a shelf of wine bottles.

In a relation which demands me to hate her,to punish her, to replace her but still to never loose her. ______________________________________ Precap ".....It never began with me nor did it ever end on me because you my mate were it's beginning and you are the only end........you were the incarnation of the thunder wolf while I was just the lightning accompanying the thunder.." -Xavier Black

“YOU. WILL. NOT. TALK. TO. MY. MOTHER. LIKE. THAT!” I shove every ounce of anger into my voice. He flinches. His eyes go wide in fear. My aura slams into him like a tidal wave as Cain merges fully with me. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” His body quivers in terror. The shift between me and Cain is complete. We are one now. “Open your mouth!” I command. He obeys without hesitation. I ram the pipe down his throat and pour the wolfsbane water in. His body goes rigid. He gurgles, convulsing violently as the poison burns him from the inside out.

he said and walks out of the ward. Shawn follows him and as soon as he gets to the corner where Cainan is, he punches Cainan in the face. Cainan stumbles backwards, taken by surprise and he sustains himself from falling by holding on to the wall. “What’s your problem?” Cainan exclaims, holding onto his jaw, which had taken the hit. Rage and the venom of hatred lace in Shawn’s voice as he speaks. “You’re really asking me that? You Cainan Inferno, you are asking me that? Is this the price she pays for your generosity? The price I pay?”

Even though I tried to tell myself that there was a reason, I just couldn't bring myself to give him any sort of excuse. For now, I'm just glad that Raven didn't hit me. The pain that came with having ones heart pulled out wasn't a nice one at all. Dropping the book in my hand, I took off the bedcover that was soaked with blood and immediately went ahead to wash it. My dad always says that the smell of my blood makes him want to kill me. I can't risk him coming home to the smell of my blood. When I got to the rooftop to spread my covers, I saw Raven smoking. I wanted to turn back and leave but of course, her sharp senses had already detected me.

Ava leans against me, shivering, and I wrap my arms around her. My heart is torn between tenderness and wrath. I hold her close, whispering soothing words, yet every fiber of me aches to tear the world apart for her sake. The fire inside me grows, waiting. Patient, but inevitable. And I know, when the time comes, it will not be mercy they feel, but justice. Dark, sharp, and final. I let her sleep, finally, safe in my arms. But I do not rest. The shadows in me pulse, promising themselves into being. They will awaken. And when they do… no one who harmed her will escape.

“Tortured. Held for days. Weeks, maybe. I don’t even know. I was drugged a lot. Beaten. Broken.” His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed on. “I survived it. But I never came back from it.” And for the first time in years, the door he kept bolted shut creaked open, just an inch. And that inch? It was everything. Carmen's POV Carmen walked down the sleek marble hallway of the firm's downtown office building, her heels clicking with each step, but the confident sound didn’t match the chaos inside her mind. Crandon’s words from earlier in the week still lingered in her thoughts, sticky and stubborn, refusing to leave her alone. She hadn’t told anyone. Not even her therapist.