Kane Chronicles Audiobooks Novels & Stories

“I couldn’t fit more in, but he’s streaming out to hundreds of channels.” As soon as the countdown is over, Zael unmutes one of the streams and turns up the sound. Kane appears on the screen. He’s in his public office, sitting on the edge of his desk as he always does, dressed in only a pair of shorts, still filthy from the recent battle. His eyes are red and swollen, his face streaked with recently shed tears. “Don’t look away,” he says.

*** Kane I have told Emory all the gory details of the witch hunts, what I can remember of that time. She is horrified and saddened to hear about a war my people tried to erase from the world, not wanting anyone to remember our viciousness. Emory isn’t completely shocked as she spent most of her childhood with her people at war with mine. She has some idea of the atrocities of war.

NARRATIVE POV Kane ran through the forest; he could hear the ongoing battle far behind him. He knew it! Something wasn’t right. His sons were not present in any of the packs under his extortion. The Alpha, which once quivered under his thumb, arrived with a sense of unexplained smugness. He had asked Alpha Caleb where Kyle was, but all he got as a response was that Kyle was on the other side, hiding. He wanted to be there to catch any of the deserters trying to escape from the Slaughtered Lambs pack once they all rushed into battle.

Kain wondered if several folks just needed it to be understood that they were. Traveling knowledge resulted in quite an uproar. There was an irresistible skepticism that they completely schemed to separate the men and march them off to be planters or on the farm. It was a reasonable responsibility, recognizing how that had been done for years, and it took Kain to eventually calm things down a little. He had a redacted translation of his real story and had the wounds to back it up. Normally, there were a few who didn't want to help him. It was time for Kain to speak up, and he labored a few seconds trying to rekindle his voice, even performing unusual verbal practices he'd learned.

Pathetic. “I am not surprised. Killian is spineless; he doesn't deserve a weapon like you. Get close to Grave, sink your claws in him, and drain him. I don't care if you have to fuck him.” Kane grumbled, the fire and hatred in his voice so evident. He has always been on edge whenever Grave is involved. I shivered a little at the thought of fucking Grave, not out of disgust; the man has occupied my thoughts in the most sinful way possible.

he said, not to her, to the room. The fire obeyed that voice in a way that made three servants cross themselves. It sank from shouting to low talk. The last tapestry slumped to the floor with a sulky hiss. Smoke moved in stately columns toward the windows. The clerk pressed his fist to his mouth and began to weep in the bleak, steady way of men who have no idea what they almost did. Silence took the hall, shaken and bright-edged. Kane lowered his hands. He had lost the ending of his speech. He hunted for it and failed. “The vote, ” he began, and then stopped. His beard smelled faintly of singed pride.

Martrice didn't say a word he just sat on the hospital steps and opened his laptop. “What the hell are you doing, didn't you hear C said there was a bomb that could go off at any moment?” Kane said when he saw his cousin sit down like he was about to play a video game. “I'm going to find that bomb and disarm it, this is what I do. There isn't a bomb on this planet that I haven't created or disarm. You go and your sister, and get them outta here, but there is no rush, no bomb is going off while I’m here.” Martrice said as his fingers flew across his keyboard so fast you could barely keep up with his fingers. “Yea, no offense but If I could teleport outta here I would.” Kane said as he turned

"Goodnight, Serena. Text me when you arrive." As I watched him walk away, I placed a protective hand over my growing belly. This baby had already changed so much between us. Maybe… maybe getting back together wasn’t as impossible as I kept telling myself. But I still needed time—time and courage—to trust this fragile, blooming thing between us again. --- Author’s POV Kane finally received the latest intelligence late that night. The lights in his office cast long shadows across his face as he leaned forward in his leather chair, eyes gleaming with interest.

Kane’s text came in right after: **Dr. Kane: Next week. Overnight. Bring nothing but that greedy little pussy.** I smiled, already counting the days.

Seraphina's POV 1:00 p.m. Kane came back from the business lunch standing in for the Alpha, but he was absolutely wasted. He could barely walk straight, and in the end, collapsed on the office couch and passed out cold. As for any work in the afternoon? Forget it-completely ruined. Since Sebastian hadn't shown up, the clients treated Kane like a bottomless wine barrel. Not that I could blame them-he does smile a bit too charmingly for his own good.