The Wrath Of Cain Novel Novels & Stories

YONA His eyes pierced through mine, becoming hard specks of ice as he drank me in. My feathers were ruffling in response to his scrutiny, as though trying to reassure him that it was ok. I slowly turned to fully face him, our eyes never leaving each other. Both of our hands moved to our chests, and I knew before I felt it, a soul tie, with Cain. I saw the rejection in his eyes, and felt my heart splinter at the same moment. Of course he wouldn’t be interested in fulfilling this, he had his one true love; a woman I could never compare to nor take the place of. Did I truly expect him to be happy? To fling himself into my arms and whisper sweet nothings in my ear? No. Cain was a man born of vi

He got on top of her, pinning her down. Aiden stepped forward. “CAIN!” he yelled out. But Cain didn’t care. He’d pinned her down, and used his knees to dig into her arms, holding her in place so she couldn’t move. Then he reached up as if to choke her. Caitlin felt an unearthly rage come over her. As she watched Cain’s hands go for her throat, she let her power overcome her for real this time. She broke free of his grasp, grabbed his wrist at the last second, and spun it around. She rolled on top of him, twisting it back.

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

His questioning left Cain's already pale face contorting, his embarrassment turning to rage, "Don't you dare try to drive a wedge between us! Crystal is my wife—what else is she going to do, go to the demonic realm with you?!" Whoosh— No longer arguing, Cain spread his palm and summoned his sword. It glowed with the moon's radiance, as it landed steadily in his grasp. The air around it was chilling, its cool gleam illuminating Cain's visage with ephemeral beauty. My fingers had felt its touch countless times. It was as cold and as distant as Cain himself. And now, he raised it and swung towards Xeres with a tenth of his strength, launching a shockwave. While Xerxes was fine, I was sent flyin

"Repeat it again, Maida." "I said there is no antidote!" she suddenly screamed back fearfully. Something inside Cain snapped completely. He stopped restraining his wolf. Sharp claws suddenly extended from his fingers before he pierced them deeply into Maida's stomach without mercy. "Arrghhhh!" Maida screamed painfully, spitting blood instantly. Elder Gavin shouted in horror. "Maida!" Though the wound immediately began healing, it healed painfully slow. Cain carried two Alpha bloodlines within him— from both parents. Kade suddenly rushed into the room furiously.

Nova Quinn The fire was gone by morning, but the scorch marks stayed. So did the whispers. The news spread faster than I could stop it — the wolfless girl burst a car into flames with her hands. There were a few different versions floating around, of course. In one I was possessed. In another, I was some kind of elemental witch. My favourite? That I’d gone “heat-crazy” after being rejected by an Alpha and combusted from heartbreak. Please.

The vision slammed into me like lightning, I was having another vision. I was standing on top at a battlefield, the sky was torn open, black with storm clouds that pulsed with red lightning. Fires raged across a blasted plain where magic collided in deadly waves. Shadows stalked the edges, monsters born of nightmare, clawed and eyeless. In the center stood a figure cloaked in flame and shadow, Cain. . But not as I’d known him, this version was fully unbound, transformed by ancient magic. A god of destruction. Across from him, was me.

“V. I’m here.” I wish I could laugh. Of course he is. “You always are,” I try to say. What comes out is blood. Warm. Metallic. Familiar. Cain makes a sound then—low, animal, wrong. His hands tighten like he thinks he can physically hold my soul in place. I want to tell him to stop fighting it. I want to tell him I’m not scared. And that’s the strangest part. I’m not. There’s grief, yes. Rage. A sharp, aching regret that I won’t see how this ends, won’t stand beside them when the world finally breaks.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

And then - the doors crashed open. The sound was so sudden, so violent, that the entire hall flinched. Heads snapped toward the entrance. A figure stood silhouetted against the torchlight, shoulders heaving, boots caked with mud and blood. Cain. He was alone. His armor was dented, his cloak torn, his face streaked with dirt and something darker - dried blood that was not his own. His eyes, those cold grey stones that had once pinned Thea to the floor of his chamber, were wild. Not cold. Not calculating. Wild. Like a wolf that had lost its mate and was tearing through the world in search of her.