Bane Of Our Existence Meaning Novels & Stories

Because it was true. The transparency between us made it impossible to lie now. She trembled. And I felt her fear deepen. Not fear of dying. Fear of being needed too much. The Architect spoke carefully. “Anchor does not imply termination of existence.” Lila froze. “What?” The ancient entity clarified gently. “You would not die.” A pause. “But you would become bound.” The word bound hit differently. Not death. Not escape. Something else. Permanent presence. Continuous emotional anchoring across the universal network.

"Your father banished him for a reason! He's locked in a forbidden cell with no exit! Do you have any idea what kind of prehistoric evil you'd unleash by releasing Harrow?" "Should I let the human race end instead and have the creator punish us for it?" Bane challenged, his jaw clenched. "Because Zephyr isn't just killing for fun or to feed. He's building a brand. Soon, human-wolf hybrids will exist again, causing another war of 100 years." "I couldn't care less about the humans or the punishment! I'd rather see them wiped out than see Harrow breath fresh air!"

Shane answered. “Why do you hate us so much?” I asked. “You are all abominations.” “if you become us, wouldn’t you be as well?” I asked, trying to understand what their thought process was. As much as I tried, what he was saying wasn’t making a lick of sense. Why become us to kill us, because of what we were? If we were such an abomination, wouldn’t they be going against their core values? “Not at all. We weren’t born in the way you all were. We will be created, therefor we can uncreate it once we get rid of you all.” Shane said, his voice coming out a bit egotistical.

“Are you… better?” He hesitated, which surprised me, then gave a short nod. “The poison is no longer moving through my body the way it was before.” Relief settled in my chest, mixed with something heavier. “So it’s all in me now.” “No.” The word came out sharp, almost angry. “That isn’t how it works.” “Then explain it.” Blake leaned forward again, resting his forearms on his knees as though the subject itself was exhausting him. “Alpha’s Bane was designed to weaken an Alpha by attacking the bond that ties him to his mate.”

A circle containing two opposite halves. Choice and Refusal. Together. The other Liana looked at it. "Now you understand." "What?" "Choice has meaning only because refusal exists." Liana nodded slowly. "And life has meaning because death exists." The other Liana shook her head. "Not death." She looked toward the endless possibilities. "Absence." Liana understood. Life wasn't valuable because everything lasted forever. It was valuable because existence was not guaranteed. The Heart pulsed. Once. Twice. Then— THUMP.

He winces at that. "You could reject him, and come back to me." "Why would I do that, Bane? I love him." "I could mark you and we could be mates again," he's acting as if I haven't said anything. What? Seriously??? He's losing his mind. "NO. You don't want to do that, Bane. I'm a lycan now...and I am marked by a lycan. My blood will only poison you....and if you're not killed by my blood, my mate will."

"And if Bane tries to fight?" "He will fight," I said, a cruel smile twisting my lips. "That’s the beauty of it. The more he fights, the guiltier he looks. Every guard he kills to 'protect' her is another nail in his coffin. He’s a dead man walking, Paul. He just doesn't know it yet." I walked to the corner of the room where the vial of my father’s frame sat on a pedestal. It was old now, the life gone from it, just like the man it was made for.

Crean lounges with his back to the window, rolling a length of shadow-rope between finger and thumb, eyes crawling over us like grease. “Hello again, Annabel,” Bane purrs, as if the name isn’t a grave we already pissed on. “I see obedience still isn’t in your vocabulary.” I smile without teeth. “It’s Allison, rotting brain. And you’re talking to me.” Crean’s eyebrows tip up. “Oh?” “Dawn,” I say, and let my eyes go silver. Bane flinches. He recovers. “You always were a bitch. It was better when you were not there and Annabel was all alone.”

A not-so-subtle reminder that I royally fucked up, and now it’s time to suffer the consequences for going against the Goddesses divine will. I’m fading fast, the pain becoming too unbearable to manage, my surroundings going dim as I tumble into a chasm of chaos, hurt, and misery. The last thing to haunt me as I’m slipping into the underworld— Bane’s bright blue eyes, gazing upon me. With his irises rests the hurt of a thousand wolves crying out for the pain and loss of their mate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Bane means harm. You can see it in his eyes." Lainie shrugged. "There's nothing Chet can do right now. Technically, Bane hasn't done anything but overflow at the mouth and trespass at your party, a community party, so it wasn't really private or trespassing. Nothing's happened that's worth the paperwork to hold him even for a few hours."