Kane Chronicles Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Kane whispered while reading his notes, "Wearing a dark cloak, a tunic and some even says that he is traveling riding a horse. If I consider all of this-" Kane suddenly went still when he heard something move. Thinking that he just heard the wind as it blows, he ignored what he heard and went back to what he was reading. But then, he heard it again. Slowly, he closed his journal and put it back in the pocket of his bag while staying alert to his surrounding. As he searched where the rustle is coming from, he slowly stood up while holding his bow with his right hand and leaned on the trunk before he silently peeked on his left side.

POV: Thorne (Third person limited). Kane's voice filled the study like something poured rather than spoken, smooth and unhurried, the voice of a man who had never once needed to raise it to be obeyed. Thorne sat across the table with his hands folded and his expression arranged into the right amount of attention. Not too eager or too guarded. A Beta listening to a High Council Elder discuss contacts and archives as if he had not spent the last hour wondering whether any of it could be trusted.

With shaking fingers, I slid the receiver to my ear and pressed the phone to my face. "Kane..." I breathed, the name scraping against my raw throat. "Dani." His voice didn't sound like the fierce, unbreakable captain of the Wolves. It cracked, thin and completely shattered. Through the line, I could hear the low, wet shudder of his breath”the sound of him crying, miles away, trapped in a car driving him further into exile.

The next morning at seven, I was woken by a frantic pounding on the door. I opened it to find Soren standing there, holding a file. I hadn't slept well, and my patience was nonexistent. Last night was the last time I would ever allow myself to be sad over him. Soren didn't look much better. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was drawn, but he was as arrogant as ever. "This is your favorite Italian roast. I had my guy wait in line for it first thing this morning." "Drink it. Then we'll talk business."

★BLOOD MOON PACK ★ KANE'S OFFICE The office was cold and still. Kane groaned, staring at the countless reports on his desk, all seeking his attention. He picked up a moon-crested scroll, flipping through it. He frowned, tossed it aside, and picked up another. "Gosh, those elders. When will they learn to give up?" he groaned and stood up. They're getting on my nerves, Tyrant growled. "Kai," he called.

Kane’s voice was calm, almost conversational, but there was an edge to it that cut deeper than any blade. Julia appeared behind him, her chin held high, her eyes blazing with defiance. Harry and Alex flanked them, their expressions unyielding. “You were supposed to be dead,” Dylan said, his voice low and dangerous. Kane tilted his head, his smirk cold. “Funny thing about death. Sometimes, it doesn’t stick.” The crowd murmured, confusion and awe spreading like wildfire. “I came back for one reason,” Kane continued, his voice carrying through the hall. “To expose you for what you are—a liar, a traitor, and a murderer.”

Juluis said, defending Yodah who smiled at him, a smile which was cut short when he saw the bout of glares that Kane was throwing between him and Julius. “I see you two are bonding very well. That’s great. But help me wake up the others. We don’t have much time to lose. If she is a smart witch, she would be plotting her next move already. At least, that’s what I would do if I were in her shoes.” Kane said , before walking off in the direction where he knew his twin and his lifemate were sleeping, leaving Aiden and Freya in the hands of Yodah and Julius. “Kane...is it morning already?” Dobah queried, looking over to his lifemate who was sleeping beside him. He rubbed her belly fondly, a smile

"Are you listening to yourself or are you too busy staring at my companion?" Kane had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. He cleared his throat and tried to refocus. "Sorry. I was just thinking that perhaps I should introduce myself properly." He took a step toward Bianca, extending his hand. "Kane Houston. I am a business associate of Anna's. And you are?" Bianca looked at his extended hand, then at Anna, uncertain what to do. Anna had said not to talk to anyone without permission. But this was Kane, someone Anna was doing business with. Did that count?

‘Keya, this is some freaky shit! I can’t help but laugh, ‘Yeah, I know right?’ I peek at Kane. ‘We communicate like this a lot.’ ‘Hmph, I’ve noticed.’ She smirks knowingly with pursed lips. Some of my aunts are curious. I just tell them that I’ll explain it to them later. Kane holds and caresses my face. God, he is handsome. Imagine Henry Cavill. Chisel jaw, broad nose, full lips, small cleft in his chin. I notice his hair is a little longer than Manny’s. He asks quietly. “So, who should we introduce next?” Umm... wow. They are all pretty wild guys. But... “Maybe... Onyx?” I suggest uncertainly. Kane nods. Leans down and slowly, deliberately licks up the side of my neck & face! His warm brea

“Sir, what happens if they breach the control core?” Kane looked at her with a gaze that was neither sane nor broken—just hollow. “They won’t. Because if they do… this city dies with me.” Her eyes flicked toward the transmitter again. She understood. 8 – The Monologue of a Tyrant As the first distant gunfire echoed up the stairwells, Kane walked back to the center of the room and sat on the ruined throne. His soldiers crouched in corners, reloading. Someone prayed under their breath. Kane began to talk—not to anyone in particular, but to the walls themselves.