Anubis Kane Chronicles Novels & Stories

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.

Alex inquired, but his question was met with silence. As the mysterious potion coursed through Alex's veins, unease washed over him. His vision blurred, and he felt a sudden surge of power and vitality, but at the same time, an unsettling darkness crept into his mind. The room seemed to distort, and he struggled to maintain his balance as he gripped the table for support. Azaroth observed him closely, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Enjoying the taste of power, are you, halfling?" he taunted. "Remember, there's a price to pay for meddling with forces beyond your comprehension."

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.

“It says you’ve been through this before. Many times, actually. You’re the guardian, Annalise. You’ve been reborn over and over, only to be killed again before you can fully realize your power. Each time, the balance between the realms is disrupted. If you don’t stop it this time, it’ll keep happening. The prophecy suggests there’s a special ritual that can restore your full powers.” His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. My mind struggled to keep up. The idea of me being some eternal guardian, locked in a cycle of death and rebirth, was hard to comprehend. But deep down, something about it resonated with me. It felt like pieces of a puzzle were slowly falling into place. “And this r

I'm a mutant-an impending bomb-a danger to my pack. The whispers of 'Born unclean, Threat to self / society,' still follow me. On my face, but also on my flesh, my body littered with scars from my time as their prisoner, their brand. Once each new crescent, and my strength explodes with little care of what it destroys.

I figured their purpose was for the dance later. Behind me, Una set a headdress on my head. It looked like the rays of the moon and was sparkling with silver dust. Minutes later, Asiri stood in front of me, putting Kohl at the edges of my eyes, a blush on my cheeks and painted my lips to make it pop. "There, you look so beautiful, Lady Herneith." Una came to my front and smiled. "Anubis would be pleased by your dance offering later." Anubis? As in Anpu? The God of Death? Does he really exist in this timeline? I thought it was just a mere legend in Egyptian mythology?

a sob escaped my lips. I pressed my lips into a thin line to strangle my screams, but tears kept spilling and spilling. All I asked for was an answer. An answer to why it’s so hard to enjoy life like every other person. Why would I be an Alpha’s daughter in my new life, one without a mate again? “You should remain silent as always, Moon goddess. I’ll do what I can to make sure I clear my name as Annabel.” “I no longer want to hear from your cruel self, suit yourself Moon goddess!”

When Kieran spotted this figure, he bared his fangs. "How dare you show your face here?" He snarled. Khal Anubis chuckled deeply. He had no face, no physical appearance, just a mass of darkness and shadow. His voice echoed in the air around the forest. "What a way to greet your father, son." He replied in a deep, grating voice. "You lost the right to call me your son the day you disowned me." Kieran snarled. "You're still my son, and nothing can change that."