Kane Chronicles Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Looking around I don’t notice any animal tracks and the dirt floor seems dry enough. “This will do” I think, as I open the pack. Rummaging around I quickly come across the blanket, soon after some protein bars and even a couple of water bottles. I lay the blanket down on the ground and take a seat. “Huh. he must have found these before he took me” I open a bar and begin to chew while I await Xander’s return.

But this time, there were no books beside him. That was what unsettled me most. Normally, he carried his history books everywhere—thick volumes filled with stories of ancient wolves, old battles, forgotten traditions. He loved history more than anything else. He read them with endless curiosity, asking questions that even Everett sometimes struggled to answer. Today, those books remained untouched. Instead, Kane sat with a training blade resting across his knees. Not reading. Not studying. Just… holding it. Watching it. His fingers traced the edge slowly, thoughtfully, as if he were memorizing the shape of something far heavier than he should understand.

It pained me to think of how many people had potentially lost their lives in the midst of this madman—or woman’s—trials and errors. Kane kept a firm hold on me. “Alright. Everyone starts scouring the place,” he ordered. “Take anything that may appear valuable. Once we’re gone, I want this entire place destroyed.” I pulled away from him long enough to find a large leather-bound tome that had been carelessly wedged in between the lower shelves of the table. “What’s that?” Kane asked. “I’m not too sure. But it looks like a medical journal of some kind,” I answered. Kane’s POV

He thought. A loud scream woke him. He looked around and saw that it was still a little before sunrise. A small bolt of lightning hit the clifftop to the north, and there was a loud bang! A section of the hill collapsed! There were numerous more lightning assaults, but no rain. He noted it was much calmer, almost soft. Kain kept going until the sun came up and replenished his two waterskins. He'd take them with me for refreshment in between climbing endeavors. He went to his usual nook and did his restroom chores. If he had been a little more watchful, he might have seen the few chunks of coal on the floor before he cleared his colon on top of them. If he had peeked, he would have seen the t

“It’s in The Goddess’s hands - when the time is right, she’ll bless you with another pup.” “Do you want coffee?” I ask Kane. “No,” he says. “I want a beer.” “Well, I don’t have any beer,” I say with a little laugh. “Maybe I should send some warriors on a scavenger hunt.” “I bet you the liquor stores are cleaned out already,” I say, and stretch languidly. “People will use any crutch they can get their hands on when things are tough.” “True,” Kane says and goes quiet, his eyes glazing over. “Glenn is calling me back. Apparently, Clement thought about it and is ready to talk about our humans.”

“Are you okay?” He blinked, surprised. “Why are you asking me?” “Because you once loved Diane,” I said gently. “Even if she’s been a villain since… forever. She was a piece of your past.” Kane’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I buried that piece the night she sold me out. I’m not grieving her, Caroline. I’m planning what her death means.” “And what does it mean?” “That we’re getting closer to the end.” A beat passed.

Kane lounged in the leather chair at the head of his private conference room, a glass of whiskey resting lazily in his hand. The golden liquid swirled in the dim light, casting reflections against the polished oak table where his lieutenants had gathered only moments before. The meeting had ended, but Kane hadn’t dismissed them immediately. Instead, he sat in silence, observing.

he said. Azelea. She was in danger. Kane isn’t a man I would like to be around any woman. But Noah knew that, and from the pictures that I was seeing, I think he and Kane have been friends for the longest. Evil really loves misery. “This is no coincidence; Kane wouldn’t leave his pack to Noah’s except…” “Something else is in line,” This was the part of the puzzle that I hated the most, the part that keeps you on your toes, guessing and worrying about what has been, and what can be.

Why would he keep these? A floorboard creaked behind me. I turned quickly. Kane stood in the doorway. His expression darkened immediately when he saw the box in my hands. “You went through my things.” “You kept these?” He walked toward me slowly. “Put them down.” “No.” “Nova.” “Why do you have pictures of me?” Kane’s jaw clenched hard. I lifted one of the drawings carefully. “You kept this for years?” His silence answered enough. Something inside me softened unexpectedly.

“Where is she? Don’t lie to me and tell me you don’t know. Obviously, you do. Why else would you keep coming around these two packs like you were waiting for something?” “Once again, boy, whatever do you mean? I have no idea what you are talking about.” Cronos said sarcastically. “Do not test me, Uncle. You may be strong as a Titan, but do you want to really go up against a god and see how strong you still are?” With that said, Kane threw a burst of energy towards Cronos, knocking him back onto the porch rail. He stomped forward and grabbed him by the neck once more.