Bane Of My Existence Origin Novels & Stories

Kaelen whispered, his voice vibrating in my chest, "is the reason we are all here." ‎"What are you talking about?" ‎ ‎"Look around you, Celeste," he hissed. "The poverty. The hunger. The scars. Do you think we chose this life? Do you think we woke up one day and decided to live in the mud?" ‎ ‎"You're Rogues," I said, my voice trembling. "You were banished for crimes." ‎ ‎"Crimes?" Kaelen laughed darkly. "My crime was existing. My crime was being born in a pack that possessed something Magnus’s father wanted."

His own banner had been stripped from the gate hours ago. He pressed a hand to the glass and whispered, “All this for a girl. A rogue.” His reflection glared back at him, older, more desperate than he remembered. He thought briefly of Laura, of the child she carried. For one brief moment, guilt flickered. Then it drowned beneath rage. “I built Nightfang,” he hissed. “They’ll see what happens when they forget who kept it alive.” He slammed the lamp down, flame sputtering out. Darkness swallowed the room, and Darian sank into the chair by the wall. He stayed there, motionless, trying to believe the night still belonged to him.

Caiden shouted. Jarus stopped and glanced back through his shoulder. “I will gather my men and rally them to Elijah and Lady Sophia. They must know that the Bane of the Dragons had been awakened.” Sophia didn't understand. Turn him back to what? She wracked her brain trying to figure out what exactly he meant when it dawned on her. A smile cracked her face, and she sprinted toward the battle, pushing magic into her feet to increase her pace to an ungodly speed. She barely heard Caiden’s voice calling out to her.

He would have flown some distance if it weren't for his significant and heavy body. I don't care about him, looking towards Aliyah. Her tightly closed eyes slowly opened. Her first reaction when she saw me was surprised. After that, many complicated emotions appeared on her bruised face. Her eyes were watery, and her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something to me. “Damn it! What bastard dares to kick me? I will kill your whole family. Fuck…” Bane's voice interrupted my train of thought. He scrambled to his feet, turned around, and raised his whip high, intending to whip me, but he stopped when he saw my cold face.

Caliana’s expression went from soft to hard all in a split second when I looked beside Bane and Annabella stood next me. “Get your mate out of here,” I tell him. He looks at me then back to Caliana. “Cali, what are you doing? This isn’t what your supposed to do. You're hurting a lot of innocent people,” Bane tells her. Caliana laughs it’s no longer Caliana. She lifts Bane into the air and says pain. Bane cry’s out. Why did he have to do this? I had her back to herself. I was going to tell her to focus on why she did this in the first place, that was until Bane pissed her off.

He disposed of the condom and chuckled. "Aaron, no. My fear lies in the one who does the killing," "Blake?" "The one they call White Bane. He is always wearing a mask so his face is unseen, but he is indeed a devil. He slaughters men like they are meat and ends his captives in the most gruesome way. So, he is the one I am afraid of, not Aaron." ‘Anderson,’ I thought. "Let's just enjoy our time together, I'm tired and hungry and thirsty. I'm going to need my strength if I want to keep up with your sexual needs," I winked at him, making him laugh.

As soon as they entered the pack house, she got up and listened to no protect from anyone, including her mate and started to strengthen the barrier with the little powers she had left. The first explosion rocked the clearing, sending shockwaves through the ground. Marissa felt the force of the blast reverberate against her barrier, but she stood firm, her resolve unyielding. She poured every ounce of her strength into the shield, feeling it pulse and vibrate as the bombs detonated against its surface. The light flickered but held, a testament to her determination and the bond she shared with her pack.

Tears overwhelm Damian’s bruised face as he learns that the one who created him had somehow betrayed him. "I have lived as a child. I have been imprisoned as an adult for reasons unknown. My family is no longer with me and friends have never been there in the first place. I have been denied release… no! I will spring free from here, I will find Selene’s children! I will kill them all. My path is now clear! I will not be denied revenge. Selene, prepare yourself for a war you won’t believe!” Damian growls. He had promised to all of them that he would never be denied again. His memory was erased by the Sisters of Fate but if there is one thing that Damian can do it is to fight. The hands of dea

~Enzo~ Sometimes, you can break a man with instruments of torture. As his bones shatter and blood pools, he’ll eventually give in and do anything you say to stop the pain. I’ve only met one or two who couldn’t. If you let him live afterwards, he’ll never be quite the same, knowing he wasn’t as untouchable as he once thought he was.

His countless emotions, once stable in their chaos, began scattering like ash in wind. “I can’t… hold them…” His voice cracked. Evelyn turned toward him immediately. “What is it doing to you?” The boy’s eyes flickered between clarity and confusion. “I remember… then I don’t… then I remember again…” The First Existence stepped forward, his voice lower than before. “It is feeding on identity. If it reaches completion, nothing inside creation will remain consistent long enough to exist.” Rowan forced himself to stand, shaking. “So we stop it.” The Blood God’s gaze remained fixed on the broken sky.