Kane Chronicles Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Rem didn’t look at him, but the tension between them hummed like a live wire even in the chaos. And above it all, Kane’s voice carried, low and furious, each word a command to the universe itself. “She lives. They all live. Do you hear me? Not my woman, not my brother, not my children. No one dies tonight!” The gates of The Abyss swung wide, soldiers rushing to clear the path as the jeep entered. Kane barreled through with Castelle in his arms. His face was carved stone, but his eyes betrayed the storm inside him — rage, terror, desperation.

Kane’s POV Kane stood in the center of the war room, surrounded by the remnants of the Rogue King’s legacy - notes, maps, and cryptic journals strewn across the long table. The room was dimly lit, the flickering light of torches casting shadows that danced along the stone walls. The air was thick with tension, the scent of fear and determination mingling as Kane’s warriors stood silent, waiting for him to speak.

His mind was running faster than it usually did and he couldn’t help but feel as if this new lady knew exactly what she was saying. But then he couldn’t be so sure because like Chaos she had the same blank mask on her face with her eyes dead cold. Taking a deep breath, he asked as calmly as he could. “Who are you?” “Well now that you ask, my name is Kiara Khorne. Cousin to Chaos. That’s as much as you deserve to know. And oh, I’m also the mate of your beta” Kiara answered coldly Whiles everybody’s head snapped towards the said beta who was smiling rather cockily at them. He rolled his eyes when they started hollering at me.

Then I looked down at Caitlyn once more, squeezing her fingers gently. “I’ll be back,” I whispered. No answer. But I made a silent promise as I stood. I would come back to her. And she would wake up. Kane’s POV The whispers started that night. Kane lay awake in his temporary quarters, staring at the wooden ceiling, his mind still caught in the storm of everything that had happened. His body felt different now—lighter, sharper, like the power inside him had settled but not fully quieted. It still hummed beneath his skin, waiting.

Even worse, he had dark circles under his eyes today. Aldor suggested carefully, "Mr. Kane, why don't you take a few days off? After you come back, Mr. Chandler Kane has been rather quiet. I'm sure that he won't act recklessly before the new research result is published. You can focus on recovering before getting back to work." Aldor received no response from Keegan after he finished speaking. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw Keegan in a daze. "Mr. Kane? Mr. Kane!" Aldor called out to him a few times before finally snapping him out of his thoughts.

I thought and tried to dive into the bed to pretend I was fast asleep, but the door was pushed open before I could move an inch. My heart started beating loudly for whatever reason, and I knew he heard it. Kane said nothing though, he strolled into the restroom to clean up, and when he returned, I was sitting on the bed, preparing myself for bed—and also for the mission which was in approximately twenty hours. Kane moved quietly. His frequent sighing was the only sound he made even as he sat on his side of the bed. “I can’t do this anymore.” His deep voice resonated throughout my entire body because I didn’t expect him to talk.

The recording lasted four minutes and seventeen seconds. Elena sat at the kitchen table with her laptop open and her coffee going cold beside her and listened to every single second of it. Her father's voice first. Calm and professional. The voice he used in boardrooms and courtrooms and every space where power was being negotiated. Then Victor Kane. She had heard Kane speak in person. She had stood across from him and felt the particular weight of his presence. But this was different. This was Kane without an audience.

His face soon lit up as he snapped his fingers and nearly shouted. “Red Moon Melody, right!” That was more than an insult. I could tell he did that on purpose. I swear at times I didn’t know if he hated me or loved me. It's those damn human meds he keeps taking. They do strange things to a shifter’s mind. “No, father... That’s Chaze’s band.” “Bah, his band is better anyways… Now, Kyle, if you were running Kane’s band you’d make it rock hard, yeah!” I palmed my face as Kyle chuckled a bit from his comment. This was dragging too long and I needed to end it quickly.

and the room changes temperature, and after that it is fine. More than fine. They talk about a supply chain thing for twenty minutes that I do not follow and do not need to. Kane tells a story about Marcus getting locked out of his own building at six in the morning that makes me put my fork down. Richie asks him two questions about his family that are actual questions rather than assessments, and I watch him do it and I know exactly what it costs him and I say nothing. Kane leaves at nine. He hugs me at the door, quickly, the way he does. He shakes Richie's hand. Neither of them performs anything.

“You will understand soon. For now, rest because you need it.” With this final statement, the voice vanished. I sighed heavily and shut my eyes. Isn’t all this too much for me? Kane POV “Their end is closer than they could imagine. Not even up to three months before they are ours to rule. Every one of them bowed to our feet while we trampled on their heads!” I said to my daughter as we ate our breakfast in the dining room. She looked surprised, looking up at me with a questioning look. “Three months isn’t even enough for me to perfect my skills and devise a….”