Anubis Kane Chronicles Novels & Stories

Reinhard's neck tightened while both hands gripped his mystical weapon tightly. "Grrraaaahhhh!~ ... " Reinhard's scream sounded extremely painful. Damien exhaled cigarette smoke from his respiratory tract. A second later, Eve came in through the door. Evelyn Cerelie. The mixed-blood girl with Anubis' spirit inside her soul Anubis is an Ancient Egyptian god who is closely associated with the mummification of corpses. For the past few days, Eve had been training with Ginny to discover what her true powers were.

“I want you to focus on your research, Raven. Everything else is my concern, not yours.” Raven shrugged, not intimidated by me at all, but still compliant. “Alright. I will. You’re right, it isn’t my business.” Anubis returned a little while later with the encyclopedia in his arms. It was a heavy tome and though he was strong, he seemed to struggle with the cumbersome book. He set it down on the table carefully and sighed.

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

When it stops, all the constellations are out of place, creating a black space in the center of the sky. She begins, telling how Kas is the youngest of the Menae and the challenges set forth from her first lifetime until this one. She focuses on Kas’s childhood. The sky shows vibrant images of how Endymion valiantly fought to find a safe place for his daughter, but the villainous Alpha Connors murdered him in cold blood. Connors holds Kas as a slave until the brave warrior, Alpha Bronx Mason, comes to her rescue and the two quickly fall in love. The sky shifts and shows an enchanting picture of Kas and me during the first dance of our wedding reception.

Her muscles tensed, and a primal energy surged within her overriding her rational thoughts but she could still hear being called. It was as if every fibre of her being was awakening to a call, a siren call, a call she couldn't resist. The transformation began with a sharp, searing pain spreading from her fingertips to her toes. Nova clenched her jaw, gritting her teeth against the agony as her bones stretched and reshaped beneath her skin. Her body lengthening and shifting into a more feral form. Her senses heightened, each scent, sound, and sight amplified to an overwhelming degree. She could even hear the sound of the clanking plates that came falling from her grandmother's hands as she be

His hair was dark as midnight, and his eyes carried a strange glow, like embers refusing to die. “I am Cyrion Duskbane,” he said, his voice steady. “Last heir of the Duskbane line… though perhaps it is more fitting to call me heir of ashes.” Serenya’s breath caught. She knew the name. Everyone did. The Duskbane line had ruled the western dominions decades ago, before the Crown of Vale consumed their lands. They had vanished in rebellion, slaughtered to the last child—or so the histories claimed. If Cyrion stood before her now, alive and breathing, then half the kingdom’s recorded truth was a lie.