Kane Chronicles Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Cassius whispered, eyes dark, “stay close. Don’t breathe if you can help it.” I nodded, holding onto him, letting his words ground me. My mind kept returning to that flash, the fragmented memory of my father, the ledger, and the warning. It wasn’t just danger anymore. It was history, legacy, and something powerful I didn’t understand yet. Kane tilted his head, scanning the room. “You always were clever,” he said, his voice almost casual. “Just like your father. I can see it now. And yet…” He paused, eyes narrowing. “You’re alone. Vulnerable. And that makes you dangerous.”

Kane held my hand gently, so that I could not move, “I won't talk about God or religion. I just want us to be friends.” “Do you seek the friendship of all your one-night stands?” I asked him. He laughed. “Hell no! But you're an interesting woman. I thought ours could be the beginning of something fun.” “I'm not interested, Kane. Once I'm done with the Wang twins' surgery, I'll be returning to John Hopkins.” “That's not what I heard,” he said with a shrug. I gave him a strange look. “What did you hear?” “Nothing,” he shrugged, as if it meant nothing.

And I was in no mood for her theatrics. “Irene, time is crucial, I have a war to plan,” I hissed. “If you know all this and you are still going for the war, then….” “Irene, if you have nothing good to tell me, I will call off the deal we had,” I hissed, already done with her story. “Kane has gained a few allies. Three packs are waiting to kill you,” she said. Kane? “Kane?” Blair asked, looking at her with an unsure look on her face.

I thought of the woman I might have been if I had fought back sooner. No more, I told myself. No more living for them. The sound of my phone buzzing again snapped me out of my thoughts. Unknown number. I hesitated. My finger hovered over the screen before I finally swiped to answer. “Hello?” A deep, smooth voice I hadn’t heard in years slid through the line, sending a chill down my spine. “Anya… it’s Kane. We need to talk.”

Kane smiled widely , he clapped his hands twice . " There you have it Josh , Wasn't too hard now , was it ? " , Kane encouraged . Josh let out a sigh . " I didn't think it was possible for you to get scarier Kane ", Josh told him . Kane laughed . " But , honestly . Where the hell is that fucker Kaz ? " , Kane asked too . Kaz was the one of them that was taking his new job way too seriously , he was constantly gone . ' Gathering intel ' was all he ever did these days .

Kane’s voice echoed relentlessly, attempting to seed doubt. > “He’s faster than you think,” Kane whispered to Ava through the speakers. “Does he always protect you, or does he hold secrets you’ll regret trusting?” Ava’s eyes met Ethan’s. “Always,” she said firmly, unwavering. > “Always,” he mirrored. They reached the central console, Kane’s final stronghold of control. Ava hacked the system, overriding defenses while Ethan covered her, neutralizing drones and traps in real time. Kane’s frustration became visible, the calm predator cracking under the precision and unity of their attack.

Kane's POV My voice was raw. "What did you just say? She only has forty minutes?!" I grabbed Frank by the collar, rage flooding every vein in my body. My hands were shaking, and my eyes—if they weren't on fire, they sure as hell felt like it. Frank gently tapped my wrist. "Kane, you need to calm down and listen—" "Calm down?" I cut him off with a growl. "Are you telling me she's going to be dead in forty minutes?!"

“I always work till eleven thirty. I do wish you humanoids knew the distinction between hard work and hobby. Look at this place, it’s empty. Not a soul! I wonder how they sleep at night when work is pending.” “Yeah! That’s what humanoids do. Listen, do you know anything about the Pridewen Chest?” “I do not believe in fairy tales Mr. Kane and neither should you.” He took out his pocket watch looked at it for a second and clicked it shut. “Good night Mr. Kane.” And he walked away without even giving so much as a glance towards him. Kane shook his head side to side and left for home. *** Broot picked up the copy of 'The Canneti Dawn' that Kritter rolled across his desk, flattened it out and sta

Sera "The pack needs an heir, Sera." Kane’s voice was a ghost in my ear, vibrating with that same reasonable, clinical tone he’d used to tell me he’d been fucking Elara for a year. "I did what was necessary," he whispered in the dark. I jerked awake.