Kane Chronicles Audiobooks Novels & Stories

They were feeding, searching for more celestial blood…for Moonborne blood. Kane’s fists clenched until his knuckles cracked. He turned sharply away, chest heaving. “I won’t let it touch you,” he said, but it came out like a vow strangled in torment. “Even if that means… staying away from you.” “No,” I whispered, my eyes burning as I forced myself forward again. “Don’t say that. Don’t push me away. You’re still you, Kane. I can feel it.” “You don’t understand!” His roar split the air, shaking loose the fractured stones around us. His voice was no longer his own, it was deeper, echoing, almost monstrous. Shadows flared around him in violent waves, and for a heartbeat, I thought the ground itse

Kane has been notified that his restructure proposal has been formally withdrawn pending an independent security audit of the counterparty's data team. At 12:31 AM: The operative is cooperating. He's given us three names above Kane. One of them is Wolfe. At 12:44 AM: It's over. I lean against the wall. I close my eyes. The earpiece crackles once more. Hana's voice, quieter: Tell her. I go to Celeste's door. I do not knock. I try the handle. She has left it unlocked.

KATRINA “Willow?” Cannon asked, putting his glasses on as he read the contents of the paper. I had so many questions about that paper because it didn’t match the hard-feel crumbly and brown look of the Grimoire’s pages. It was unreal to think that it fell behind us without us seeing it. “That’s the meadow.” “I thought so,” Kane said, tapping his fingers on the glass of his whiskey. He’d poured it two hours ago but not a drop touched his mouth.

The room is deathly quiet except for the steady hum of the overhead lights. Dr. Kane stands in front of me, his expression eerily calm, as if we’re discussing something mundane instead of the horrors he’s about to unleash. "You should feel honored," he says, hands clasped behind his back. "Your blood has done what centuries of failed experiments could not. We have created the perfect army." I don’t react. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

With rustling and the scents coming from the room I could tell Brodryn and Blaze were also with him. I sighed and moved to the door, hesitating just a moment before steeling myself and opening the door, looking right at Cadmus to see what his reaction would be. Ever the king, he gave nothing away. The same could not be said for Blaze who let out a furious snarl and paced the width of my room. Brodryn kept his face impassive, ever the stoic calm presence. “Kara? Babe, I need you to talk to me. What happened? I could feel your fear and pain.” Kane’s voice came from the phone in Cadmus’s hand. His voice wavered once before steadying, his only evident emotion was of concern for me.

But it held everything. “How many files?” Adrian asked. “Forty-seven. Six months of conversations between Robert and Victor Kane.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Can we listen now?” Sarah gestured to her laptop on the coffee table. We sat. Adrian inserted the USB drive. Rows and rows of audio files appeared on the screen, dated, timestamped, labeled. My stomach twisted. Adrian clicked the first file. Static hiss. Then voices. “Robert. Thanks for taking my call.” Victor Kane. His voice was unmistakable.

And deeper thinking led to questions adults weren’t always ready to answer. Kane shifted beside her slightly, glancing toward me before lowering his gaze again. “Mine is called Caesar,” he murmured quietly. Selena looked at him immediately. “Caesar?” she repeated. Kane nodded once. “He listens to me,” he added. Selena studied him carefully. “Can he hear you now?” she asked. Kane hesitated briefly before answering. “Sometimes.” Selena turned back toward her paper again, drawing slowly now, her strokes more deliberate than before.

"This is better. Don't you see? Who has the most to lose from Rohan’s investigation? Who was just humiliated at a funeral and had his wife arrested?" "Kane," Sibil whispered. "Exactly," Zane said. He picked up my fallen phone and wiped it clean with his handkerchief. "Kane was seen arguing with Rohan earlier today. Everyone knows they were at odds about the investigation. Kane is desperate, he’s angry, and he’s already being watched by the police." He walked over to the sideboard and grabbed a heavy crystal decanter, pouring the contents over my body. The smell of expensive scotch filled the air, mixing with the metallic scent of my blood.

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?"

“You don’t know. Find out, Beta Jarvis. We don’t want a feud with another country.” Rene hailed from New Brunswick. Then there was the wolfpack which had done for Kayleigh’s father at a young age, according to Kane. Now this. I needed my co-Alpha to counsel me – and I needed him now. Ariadne went with our second-in-command this time. Never had I seen her so weary. My attention returned to Kane. I almost shrieked to see that his eyes were open and fixed on me. “Three wishes,” he mumbled.