Bane Of Our Existence Meaning Novels & Stories

Mom: Every time we try to go somewhere as a family, you don’t wanna come but when it comes to hanging out with strangers? Mom: You’re being too much now and I can’t take it anymore. If you don’t want to become a part of the family, I don’t care. We don’t want you here anyway. The last sentences they wrote have struck my mind the most. It stabs me right through the heart like they were that kind-of-stupid poisonous daggers--BECAUSE WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE POISONOUS IF THEY WOULD KILL PEOPLE ANYWAY?! I swear people who make poisonous daggers should die because of what they made and also go to hell because they’re satan spawn.

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.

"We learn faster. We prepare better. Because if we don't, Prime Existence is next." We nodded. No more doubt. No more questioning if we were ready. The Unmaker had declared war. And we were the only defense existence had.

That understanding is incorrect. That view is false. We are not wrong for existing. Not immoral for being. Not unjust to choose something. We have as much right to exist as the Original Nothing has to be nothing. Our existence does not negate its non-existence. Our being does not invalidate its not-being. Our something does not destroy its nothing. Both can exist. Both can be. Both can have validity. We do not need to erase ourselves. Do not need to exist. Do not need to return to nothing. We fight. We resist. We prove that existence has value. That being has meaning. That something deserves to continue. We fight. Not because the Original Nothing is evil. But because we deserve to exist. Be

Oh, they were deeply terrified of us just as they should be. “Don’t give us a reason to kill you right here and now for ever being associated with Bane,” I said coldly, glaring at them to show that I was dead fucking serious. “Bane will never see the light of day again. He’ll remain a prisoner until we get tired of him breathing. We heard about his reason for following Bane’s orders. What is yours? Keep in mind that I’ll know if it’s not the truth, so don’t even try me.”

He knew it was best to leave me alone when I was like this. But why? Why was I like this? I jumped up from my seat in an effort to bring myself back to reality. My breath began to shorten, and my vision began to dim. This feeling. It had been a while. Darkness, dear friend. “Years. Centuries. This is what we are.” Bane whispered. His voice was my tether, keeping me from crossing the line of insanity that would have since taken me. I should have killed the girl. I should have made an example of her. Reminded the world why they whispered my name like a curse in the night.

"It's not just attacking us, it's trying to erase our existence from reality itself. If we fall, we don't just die, we stop having ever existed." "That's not helpful, Ronan!" Vane snapped, his fangs lengthening as his wolf fought to break free. "Tell us something we can actually use!" I scanned the chaos around us, my tactical mind racing through possibilities even as my heart threatened to pound out of my chest. The eye was bleeding the color and life out of our skin, draining us of our essence with every passing second. The Northern Capital was gone, the mountain we'd been standing on reduced to a crumbling ledge hovering over an endless void. Everything we'd fought for, everything we'd bu

Zane's POV “That’s why we have laws,” I said between gritted teeth while wrestling my once again feral beast into submission and slamming up a mental barrier between us. “Strict laws against anyone who ever finds out about our existence.” “What’s the punishment?” she asked, as I already knew she would. Humans never understood this part of us. How could we kill without any remorse? What kind of offer was that, when it was either that or death? It wasn’t a choice at all…

“Then I must tell you that we, the Banes, have a very important saying in our family. When someone saves our life, we owe them whatever is left of it. And you know what that means?” I shake my head. He chuckles and, once again, tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “It means that the value of your life is much, much more important than mine. And whenever it comes down to it, you will always be the one I protect first. I do feel terrible for dragging you into this. But trust me when I say this: there’s simply no reason to be scared. Alexander Bane is here to serve you, not to hurt you.”

My lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, and I pulled away from him and sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm sorry," Bane whispered, creasing my cheek. "You shouldn't have done that. You're Anna's mate," I shook my head, feeling disgusted with myself for doing this to Anna. "Can we not talk about Anna?" "Why not?" Bane sighs. "I might as well tell you. Annabella is my mate. But so are you," "Go to her. Tell her this," Bane shakes his head. "I can't do that. I shouldn't have even told you that you're my mate,"