Anubis Kane Chronicles Novels & Stories

Busaba rubbed her face a few times, and couldn't concentrate on what was in front of her. “Please eat,” Isis sat next to her lord and gave a spoonful of spaghetti inside her mouth. Busaba accepted it without complaint. But Anubis thought he was being subtle. After three spoons, Busaba paused chewing and flicked her gaze to Anubis across the dining table. Anubis looked down at his feet, playing with his feet and pretending he wasn’t just staring at Busaba. It would be cute if Busaba wasn’t already frustrated with the death of her brother that happened a week ago.

The woman looked familiar, enough to make me stop instinctively. “Pup! Get out now!” Tristan instructed loudly, pulling my attention. “What’s going on?” I was perplexed. I walked toward the kitchen, where his voice came from, and met the horrible sight. “W… what is th… that?” I stuttered as my stomach churned, saliva pooling in my mouth. “We need to leave. Now.” My breath hitched as bile surged up, and I gagged, turning away from Annie’s body—nailed to the wall, her eyes gouged out.

“You are the prisoner here, you just were not fortunate to notice it until the end.” The moment she said this, she twisted his hand and there was a crack, the syringe dropped from his hand and she snatched it in midair burying it into his neck in a series of calculated and swift motions. He wanted to yell but Melissa's palm clamped shut against his mouth. “I am the Luna of Dunham,” she said. “Not even your Oracle can stop me,” she clamped her hand against his head in an angular proportion then twisted it. There was a loud crack and Abbot dropped to the ground in silence.

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she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

“If you say so…” Avery did not wait for James to say another word. She turned her back on him and walked away. The reason why she can treat the Alpha like that is that their power is on the same level. Originally, the two factions present on the Knight pack were two different packs merged by marriage. Avery holds the same authority as the Alpha. Avery was also raised to be the future Luna. She was trained to death when she was young, be leading the pack or fighting. Despite that, she still couldn’t get her pack because of a blood pact made by their parents. Even if James betrayed her all over again, she wouldn’t be able to escape. That was her fate, and she condemned her parents for that bec

The bar is almost empty. Just low amber lights, a jazz trio packing up, and Alexander Kane at the far corner table like he owns the concept of dawn itself. He’s ditched the jacket. White shirt rolled to the elbows, exposing forearms corded with ink (black lines, Cyrillic letters, one thin white scar shaped like a crescent moon). He’s nursing something dark in a heavy crystal glass and watching the door like he already knows I’m coming.

A stain eliminated. Erect at the sacred altar stood two figures—Alpha Aldrin and Spenza, who was now about to be crowned as Luna. Neither of them seemed to care about Reign. Not even Spenza, her sister. She was all smiles, tying the knot with a man who had been her sister’s until minutes ago. The glee of becoming Silverwood’s Luna had blinded her that much, or so people thought. Then again, traitors were never shown even a shred of mercy, not even by those who shared their blood. That was the way of the supernatural world. One betrayal, and you were cut off as though you had never belonged.

For If this balance is broken any race involved will answer to the council. Forgoing all risks, and consequences be damned erica proceeded with ritual. She whipped out her dagger and went towards the body in the floor. Taking in his features as she went. He was a young male of abt 18 years with dark hair and lanky body. A typical young adult. "Plish!" Erica stabbed the dead body's chest, tearing it open with her hand as she reached for his beating heart. She actvated her affinity, coating the heart ice. Wind blew furiously all around the room as she muttered the sacred words.

She said as she gasped for breath “I have done to you what you did onto me with extra bonuses slut” Chaos replied flatly “Who do you even think you are?” “You should have asked that before you started to mess with my mate when I got here. But I will tell you anyway… I am Khione Dava Chaos, 3rd child to King Chaos and heir to his throne.My father is the King of Kings of the underworld and the lord of Lords of all darkness that exists in this realm and the other.