Bane Of My Existence Origin Novels & Stories

“You’re a clever girl, Nina. I figured by now you’d be able to put the pieces together.” I scoffed. “Oh, I have. You failed Alpha Ian. You let Brooke kill him, didn’t you? You probably let her in through the gates. That’s why you were punished. You’ve been working underground ever since. A spy. A ghost.” Banes burst out laughing. Like, actually laughing. “Wow,” he said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “That’s adorable. I mean—dead wrong—but adorable.” My eyes narrowed. “Isn’t that why you vanished?”

"What are you talking about." "Two days before the ceremony," Damon said, "Garrick came to me. Alone, quiet, no witnesses. He told me what you were — what your blood carried, what would wake up in you the moment our bond fully formed. He told me that if I claimed you, the King Alphas would consider Silver Moon Pack a threat the moment word got out, and that they would burn my pack to the ground rather than let a Moonfire bloodline bond itself to an Alpha's power." His voice cracked, raw with something that sounded uncomfortably close to genuine grief. "He told me the only way to keep my pack safe — to keep you safe, because if I claimed you and then they came for you anyway, you would die fi

I barely registered the pain as its claws raked my ankle, shredding through skin and sinew like parchment. It’s ironic, isn’t it? Even livestock in Rogue Den were worth more than a slave like me. The rogues who ran this hell had made my status clear from the start. When a ewe died giving birth under my care, they’d beaten me bloody, tossed me into the snow, and lashed me with a wolfsbane-coated whip until my back was a map of agony. I learned my place. I wanted to shift into my wolf form and fight back, but then I suddenly remembered— to prevent slaves like me from resisting, my body had long been injected with large doses of wolfsbane. I had lost the ability to shift.

I realized that things were about to take a turn for the worse for her if I didn’t intervene promptly. I quickly stepped in front of my mother, shielding her from Alana's looming figure. “No, she didn’t!” I shouted back. “Cameron is not dead. He just passed out from a dose of wolfs bane, I swear!” My explanation seemed to annoy Alana the most. She snarled under her breath, directing her wrath at my mother, who was seemingly working hard to put herself in danger with her mouth. “it’s not my fault you gave birth to weak pups, Alana”

Cassian hesitated. Then he said a single word. “Nightbane.” The name rippled through the courtyard like a curse. Seren’s face turned pale. “That’s impossible.” Kael frowned. “I’ve heard that name in ancient records.” Lyra looked confused. “Okay, someone explain.” Seren stepped forward slowly. “Nightbane was never a normal wolf.” Finn raised an eyebrow. “That sounds comforting.” Seren continued quietly. “According to the old stories… it was the first predator created after the Blood Moon appeared.”

Bane said. “Go away, Bane. I’m warning you,” I said. “Or what? What can you do to me? You’re weak; you were never meant to be a parent. How could anyone ever want kids with you? Liliana will leave you soon after she realizes you aren’t worth it— the same way Brooke left you. You’re not meant to be loved, Elias! Let me take over and do what you can’t!” Bane said. “Ahhh!” I screamed. I knocked all of the pictures off the wall, every last single one of them. I knocked the desk over and threw pillows everywhere. I kicked the bookshelf over and watched the books fumble to the floor one by one.

It pointed toward Sophia. “Before love.” Then toward Lucien. “Before ambition.” Toward the Devil King. “Before power.” Toward Death. “Before fear.” Then toward Seraphina. “Before creation.” Seraphina stepped forward. “And I was created to stop you.” The creature laughed. “No.” It leaned closer. “You were created because of me.” The Original War The Original began explaining. Long before universes existed, the First Life had awakened. It had one instinct: Continue. It wanted to exist.

"This gathering is now adjourned!" Chaos erupted within the room, a frenzy of dressing and departure as they hurriedly vacated the premises, avoiding direct eye contact with the imposing figure of Alaric, who stood before them, growling and snarling. Amidst the scattering crowd, Alaric established a mental link with his brothers. (Brothers, Bane has awakened, and once again he calls and this time shall be the last… He is our mate; we must safeguard him at any cost!) The first time they heard Bane's call was on the night their Lycgers awakened, and this time shall be the last he cries... ‘Help.’

“When we left Alex after mother died, did we not promise that we will find our father and end him? Did we not promise that we will ruin his kingdom to the ground? Did we not say that we will avenge our mother? Tell me now. What have we accomplished every since? You have been the bane of my existence and you have to leave.” He drew out a spear from the thin air, set it on fire and aimed it at me. I quickly doged it. I conjured a round shield and aimed it at him too. He blocked it with his arm that had already become steel. The shield bounced from his arm right back to me. “Bane of existence! You want to talk about bane of existence?” I was hot with anger this time.