Kane Book Novels & Stories

The only courtesy he offered was placing him on the sofa. Kane found books under the TV table. Since he couldn’t do much else, he spent time reading. The TV was useless—no internet, no cable. Just a screen that needed a flash drive or CD. As he read, he planned his escape. But every plan led to nothing—he couldn’t do anything without King waking up. He glanced at King, still unconscious. Thankfully, he was still breathing. Kane still had a chance to get out. His gaze lingered on King’s face longer than he realized. He only snapped out of it when King suddenly moved.

Kane slid into the driver's seat, gripping the wheel tighter than necessary. The redhead was making him talk. More than he had in an entire week. He wasn't sure how she did it. He wasn't a talkative person—Sebastian and the guys at the ring never shut up about it. You're a broody motherfucker, Kane. Loosen up a little. But he didn't like talking. He didn't like smiling either. Yet, here he was.

"I didn't expect to run into you here." In the ancient library of Moon Goddess Sacred Hall, a familiar voice came from behind me. I turned to see Kane standing between the bookshelves, an ancient text in his hands. "Kane?" I stood up in surprise. "What are you doing here?" "I'm a representative of the Blackstone pack, here for the Sacred Hall council meeting." He approached and set his book on the table. "You? The priestess selection?"

And when the time came for them to face whatever the stone, the prophecy, and the Rogue King had in store, Kane would be right by her side. Meanwhile, outside the infirmary, Kane’s warriors were busy following his orders. They gathered the books and papers from the Rogue King’s quarters - everything that might give them insight into the prophecy, into the stone, and into the war that was surely coming. It was a long process, but it had to be done. Kane had every intention of uncovering every detail, every scrap of information they could find. The Rogue King was dead, but his plans were far from over. And Kane would be ready.

He had won before the battle had even begun. … Kane’s note was short. I will find my own path. Jane read it over and over, her fingers gripping the paper tightly. The tent around her was dimly lit, the muffled sounds of battle outside making her stomach churn. Kane was gone. He had vanished without a trace, leaving only these five words behind. She wanted to scream. Instead, she slammed her fist onto the wooden table, causing the ink bottle beside it to tip over, black liquid spilling across maps and war plans. “Damn it, Kane.”

I headed to the kitchen in search of something yummy to eat, knowing that I wouldn’t have to deal with any stuck up bitches, at least, hopefully, they should all be in bed. Walking in, I instantly froze. The girls weren’t in here, but Kane was. He was sitting at the table, reading a book and drinking from a wine glass filled with red liquid. I managed to hide the disgusted look from my face, but I knew it was blood, and it grossed me out. They needed it to live but it was still creepy... I was most likely human also. I shivered and turned to leave; ‘Christ, Judge much’. ‘No, No, not at all, I-’ Kane let out a loud laugh and shook his head.

Men appreciate peace and she was going to be his source of peace. "Yes, I am done," Alpha Kane lied as he closed the open books on his table. "Come, have a seat,"Alpha Kane invited her and Cynthia was glad. She took her seat and crossed her legs as she ran her tongue over her lower lip suggestively. "I know that you want it,"Alpha Kane winked at her after getting the clue.

Goddess, books smelled divine. Flipping through the pages, I began to find some semblance of peace. "What are you doing here?" I suddenly heard a voice that made me freeze as the door opened behind me. Then I realized that I was doing nothing wrong, so I turned, clutching my book to my chest. Kane stood there, glowering at me like he had every right to be here and I had none. "Get out." He said. "No." He looked at me like he was seconds away from killing me. "Do not let me repeat myself, Davina."

JARED I glanced at Sterly, who nodded reassuringly at me. The first few pages of the diary were filled with Kane's encounters after we separated. He documented his daily life when he fell into depression and how he even felt bad for his omega partner. I skipped all those and ignored the love confessions in this book. I was getting impatient. I didn't come all this way to read Kane's love confessions. What exactly did his mother mean when she talked about his diary?

Chapter 3 Victor Lang The Manhattan skyline glittered through my penthouse window, a jagged crown of steel and ambition, but my eyes were glued to the laptop screen. Alexander Kane’s smug face stared back from a grainy photo: some tech conference last year, him shaking hands like he owned the world. I sneered, swirling the bourbon in my glass. Kane thought he was untouchable, his AI empire a fortress. But I’d found his crack: a stupid bet, his pride, and a girl who’d burn it all down.