Declan Kane Novels & Stories

It accentuates my baby bump. “Damn little sprite, you look amazing,” Kaden says. I was not expecting him to be here when I walked out. I smile at him, and damn, he looks good. He wears a black suit and shirt with a blue tie that matches my dress. Damn, my man is built. I think he has even more muscle since he started working out at the same gym that Tianya and Kylynn train at. I am surprised that they haven’t opened their own gym yet. I know they have talked about it, but they haven’t. I am sure they will. Kaden walks over, slips his arm around my waist, and pulls me close. He presses his lips to mine, and I melt into him. I am positive that Nick’s new assistant has a thing for Ka

What walked through the door instead were two people who looked barely past thirty, and something about that surprised me enough that I had to school my expression quickly so it didn't show. Kian noticed anyway. He always did. The corner of his mouth moved and he leaned slightly toward me as they settled into the chairs across from us. "Don't let the age fool you," he said quietly. It didn't take long to understand what he meant. Declan Marsh was Kian's contact. British. Dark-haired, lean, with a quality of stillness about him that felt deliberate. The kind a person cultivates over years of learning that the less they move, the more other people reveal.

Declan mocked himself. "You should have died a long time ago? Your penalty is reduced?" "No, I still need to die. It's just that the date has been changed after something happened," Declan replied. "Wait, you're Declan Anderson? The one that almost died but didn't at last? Damn, it's you?! I've dealt with your brother, and he was quite good at what he did. I thought he would get more and more successful, I didn't expect... What a pity!"

he threw me a smile that was anything but pleasant. Declan wasn’t just any Irish lowlife, he was the underboss of the Westside crew. His father and mine had been at war more times than I could count. But we’d had a silent truce for the past two years. Cold, bitter, but bloodless. For him to walk in now... “What do you want Declan?” He sat up straighter, green eyes, black hair, Irish. “I'm here to pay my respects. Congratulations on the new wife.” his green eyes held mine, searching for any emotion, but I gave him none. He continued not withstanding.

Stupidly enough, I still haven’t found a way to shield my tender heart from his venom. Just when I think the night can’t possibly get any worse, Declan joins our little group and I audibly gasp when I see him approach. Where Kaden is all dark features and hulking muscle, Declan is light, with blond hair and sparkling eyes a girl could drown in. He’s less bulky than Kaden but just as fit and mouth-wateringly handsome.

Declan’s name appeared again and again, tied to things I didn’t want to believe. “Declan.” Killian nodded slowly. “That’s right. I dug deeper, cross-checked sources, and finally got confirmation. He isn’t just some soldier who stumbled into your orbit. He’s been trained—meticulously. He’s an assassin, Rhett. And not just any assassin. He’s tied to the southern pack.”

It was only after a long time that the cheering sounds slowly died down. It was merely because the people were tired of cheering, not because they had calmed down. Declan slowly walked up to the stage that was prepared for him, and he stood before the microphone as he stared at the audience in the hall. Then, he gently cleared his throat. Subsequently, he spoke in a serious tone. “Hello everyone, I’m Declan Mars.” Woo! Cheers were heard again. Declan did not continue speaking until the cheers went away. “As all of you know, I rarely show up in public. But something happened today, and it has forced me to show up because it affects Celandine City's fate.”

I want to say that Harvey Prescott has no power over me, that I’ve discovered his manipulations, that I choose Declan and Dublin and the rough truth instead of the polished lie. But my knees are already weak just from knowing he’s here. “I’ll try,” is all I can offer. Declan looks at me for a long second, reading every micro-expression on my face. Then he nods once and heads downstairs. I follow him to the top of the main staircase and watch the hall prepare for war. Declan walks to the oak table in the center of the hall with movements that are pure lethal intent. He opens a drawer, removes a hunting knife with a broad blade that gleams even in the low afternoon light. He places it on the t

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.