Declan Kane Novels & Stories

The text was from Xavier. Jaylene paused for a while. 'What result?' She thought to herself. Trevor only came back with Keegan about ten minutes later. He was not looking very happy as he started scolding Keegan as soon as he sat down, "Keegan Kane, you're so useless. It's been over ten years, yet you still can't drink!" He reached for his phone and unlocked it. He paused for a moment after looking at that text message. Then, he dialed Aldor's number.

“ Declan will appear, Renee. They won’t let each other die. That’s why Draven must become that scapegoat. ” “ Who is Declan to Draven? Why would he protect him? ” She asks. I press my lips in a thin line. There is no way I can reveal the secret that they are brothers and have each other’s back. “ You should know…that we can’t summon Declan but Draven can and I have seen it before…Declan is the only one who can hold Aleister back. ” I say quietly. “ When did you— ” “ Stop. ” I raise my other hand and halt beside a dark tree.

"Alpha Kane, we have other methods to get rid of him. [Declan looks at his other friend discreetly.] Shiro?" Shiro suddenly takes out a dagger and then kills Mr Myers making me scream out in shock. Seeing as they were distracted by another dead body on the wooden floor, I quickly turned on my heel and ran for the woods at the back of the house. Declan went to chase after her, but Kane quickly stopped him. "What are you doing?" "Going after her?" Kane, then sucker punched Declan, who immediately fell to the floor from his impact. Declan immediately lowered his raging eyes before Kane decided to kill him with his dangerous claws.

He paused, unable to go on as Donovan shook his head, his patience wearing thin. Donovan reached into his desk drawer and retrieved a gleaming knife, its blade catching the light ominously. His actions froze the trembling Kyle. "You failed me," Dovan said softly, almost a whisper. "And there are consequences for failure." The guard's eyes widened in terror as two of Donovan's men held him down, pinning his hand to the desk. "Please, no," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "I'll tell you everything." Donovan brought the sharp edge of the knife on his smallest finger. It was so sharp it drew a small cut. Kyle screamed and struggled to stay still, trying to avoid getting more cut. He began to cry.

Adele obviously hadn't noticed her reluctance concerning the subject. “Declan seems to be a pro at arranging things like that… Let me tell you, girl… Your Declan is dreamy!” Adele said and became starry-eyed. 'I never would have thought him capable of being that human. He always appeared haughty and slightly removed from the rest of us, poor mortals.”

Like all those years I relentlessly thought of him meant nothing. Above all, was Declan's stature and frame. My goodness, just seeing Declan shirtless could make any woman's system go haywire. He was not exceptionally muscular with just about 8 pack abs or 16cm biceps. Perhaps it was just the way he carried himself, his charisma, his whole attitude has always been attractive to me. Like him or hate him, Declan Denning was a very charming man.

Mason asked stepping forward with his ball. Declan was not known for his mood swings. Of the five of them, he was the most constant in his outlook on life. He wanted to wring as much fun and pleasure out of it as he could and that meant he didn’t do dark moods or anger. He was a live and let live kinda guy; make hay while the sun shines person. He always saw the glass as half full and never as half empty, but today he just wasn’t fit for human consumption. “I had brunch with my family,” he said after Mason had teed off. “That is enough reason to put anyone in a bad mood.”

Trajan was angry, anger in his voice as he said, "We lost. We lost to Caleb's son, Alexander!" Trajan could not comprehend that he had lost to the northern Kane family. "The Kane family… Caleb…" On the other side of the phone, in an ancient Eunoran-style castle on a man-made island off the coast of the Black Hawk Nation, Youcef was dressed in a suit, holding an antique telephone, the wrinkles on his face unusually deep. "Are you sure it's him?"

he said, Layana smiled politely as she stepped forward and through the grand doors… ----- Declan stood talking to a few knights about the upcoming trip to the massacred villages, dressed in a dark grey tunic with a small silver embroidered hem, black pants, a silver belt and a black cloak that for once held the house of storm crest. Half his hair was tied back, leaving a few shorter strands to fall over his forehead. “Her royal highness, princess Layana of Ehlesaar,” the announcer called, making Declan turn to the stairs, he saw a shimmer of pink fabric before she came into view, time seemed to stop for him as he watched her descend.

Maybe they’re cutting through after patrol. I don’t like Lochlan, but I hate Eamon. Once, when I was younger and staying with the Campbells, they had him over for dinner. He was a big deal then. Declan Kelly’s beta. He leered at me all night, and then he said to Dan Campbell, “It’s a pity about her legs, but I guess they’ll spread just fine.” Eileen hustled me off to the kitchen to help her with the dishes. The past decade hasn’t been kind to him. His knuckles are gnarled, and the hair on his head has receded, although his mutton chops are as bushy as ever.