Kane Chronicles Audiobooks Novels & Stories

"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.

He still had his grudges though, she had humiliated him and poisoned his drink. When they reached the way house, Noah cracked his knuckles, the talk with Max and the little remembrance of Azelea had him ready for what was to come. “Connor!” Kane’s voice boomed through the room. The man snapped up, his eyes widening as he saw the last people he expected to see. “Alpha Kane, Noah,” he bowed slightly, his fingers trembling in his side. Noah said nothing, walking behind the desk that was littered with papers. “You are two trucks behind on this week’s shipment,” he commented.

With homemade gravy as well. Kierra had left me a iPod with music on it while I was in the hospital. It had two different playlists. One was music and the other was training. I don’t know what I would do without that girl. I put my headphones in and started cooking. Everything should be ready by the time everyone woke up. I had just finished the cinnamon rolls when someone tapped my shoulder. I dropped the pan on the counter and swung around to fast. I threw my hands out and closed my eyes and waited for the impact but it never came. Tingles raced up my sides and my eyes opened. Alpha Kane had caught me. “Thank you Alpha.” “Please call me Kane. I’m sorry I scared you. How did you sleep? You

Kane. Tall. Lean. Black coat open over a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to show forearms corded with muscle and ink—more serpents, twisting up toward his elbows. Hair black and messy, falling over eyes so pale they looked almost silver in the morning light. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. The air around him felt colder, heavier, like gravity bent toward him. Dario spoke first. Voice calm. Professional. “Kane wanted to deliver the congratulations in person.”

“So we’re going to walk in there. We’re going to get Gavin and Aria. And then we’re going to end this once and for all.” Kane smiled. It was grim and dark but it was a snails: “Yes, ma’am.” He pulled his weapon. Checked the magazine. Chambered a round and then looked at his men. “Anyone coming with us?” Three hands went up immediately. The most loyal. The ones who’d follow Kane into hell itself. “The rest of you,” Kane said, “stay here. Be ready for emergency extraction. And if we’re not out in twenty minutes…” “We’re coming in after you,” one of the men interrupted.

“What do you want to watch, Kane?” “Anything action or thriller.” King, still smiling because Kane was finally talking without sarcasm, picked a CD and put on 'Fast & Furious.' Unbeknownst to King, Kane was genuinely excited. It had been too long since he last sat down to watch a movie and just chill. His life had always been chaotic, filled with work, plans, and—let’s be honest—his own dirty little tricks. He got lost in the movie. It was the climax, and he was completely engrossed—until he felt something against his shoulder.

The underground was alive with violence. A symphony of blood and bone colliding in the ring, of men who had nothing left to lose betting it all on a single punch. The air was thick with sweat, iron, and the weight of desperation. Kane sat alone in his private room. The dim glow of the overhead light cast sharp shadows across his face. He exhaled, glancing at the clock. 1:55 AM. A knock at the door. His patience was thin tonight.

One year previous to the main story. ~Xander~ "Xander!" the king's voice booms, calling for his only son. "Get in here" I rush to do my fathers bidding. As I walk through the door into the council's war chambers, I notice more faces than I was prepared for greeting me. All of the heads of the guild are present too. "It must be serious" I think. "Otherwise it would just be father and I"