The Wrath Of Cain Novel Novels & Stories

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.

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 instructs and makes him step back with his hand. Cainan walks away from the scene with a disoriented head. He feels pain, anger, and frustration altogether. Pain because the fragile life of his unborn child has been put at risk and Clara’s, anger because he knows Hugo is behind all this and one way or another he has to pay, and frustration because he could not protect both the mother and his unborn child.

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.

“ I am not some frail toys that will break in a fight I can…“ Her father raised his hand she never got to finish her sentence because he interrupted her. “ you have no power to speak of. Your more mortal then immortal I keep hoping that will change as you mature but only time will tell. Until then you will follow the rest of the non-battle members of the court out of harms way. No matter how different you are you’re still one of the cauldron born and we cannot afford anything happening to you.” “M’Lord.” Interrupted Connor her father’s chief guard “ The lady was the only one who manage to kill one of the creatures.“ Cernunnous looked down at Connor “ is that so… Make sure it’s brought to the

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

I peered around it to see just as Daniel swore a lot louder and shrank back against it, cowering from the massive wolf that was prowling out of the dark and up onto the porch. It was Cain. Or rather, Cain’s wolf. My heart sang and shivered in the same moment. His head was low and his ears flat back against his broad skull, but his amber eyes were fixed on Daniel and his upper lip was peeled back from a row of gleaming white fangs that looked razor-sharp and deadly. The growl that rolled from him was so deep that it almost disappeared into the sound of the rain pattering on the roof and lawn. “Fuck! Whad the fuck?! Shoo!”

I wasn’t sure yet, but I wasn’t about to let my guard down. The thought of ‘Cain The Devil’ made my blood boil, memories of the things I’d survived flooding my mind. That name wasn't just a title—it was a legacy of suffering. The stories were true. Cain had been a ruthless monster, even by our kind’s standards. His methods of torture were beyond anything anyone could imagine—he was a sick, twisted man who enjoyed nothing more than seeing others suffer. He had impaled us—our kind—on sharpened stakes, hung us from the rafters like worthless pieces of meat, and let us squirm, watching in delight as we gasped for breath, feeling the life slowly slip away.