Kane Chronicles Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Logan murmured as he handed one to me. “What do you think we should name them?” “Are we still going for Rhys and Rhett?” “I don't think so. Scratch that. How about Killian Denzel Kade?” “And Kai Marcus Kade.” He smiled.

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 said quickly. Kane groaned and I could see that he was fighting his wolf. This was the second time today. Why was his wolf always trying to jump my bones? Kane closed his eyes and took deep breaths. “Tell me about you. Tell me about your past life in the west.” He said and I nodded.

Chapter 24: The Hunt Begins Kane’s POV – Two Days Later Two days. Forty-eight agonizing hours since Sebastian had disappeared. Kane stood in the center of the penthouse, which he had transformed into a war room. Multiple screens glowed across the kitchen island and dining table, displaying maps, thermal layouts, financial trails, and every scrap of data Marcus’s team had pulled on Adrian Crowe. Empty coffee mugs and half-eaten protein bars littered the surfaces. Kane hadn’t slept. He barely ate. The only thing keeping him functional was the cold, burning rage that had settled deep in his bones.

"Kane promised me her death would be avenged if I helped him. And unlike you, he actually has the power to keep his promises." Kane stood, descending from his seat like a king addressing peasants. "I must thank you, Shahira. Without your... relationship with Daren, Jacob wouldn't have been able to convince me to set this trap. Love makes people predictable." "I'm going to kill you," I said, my voice shaking with rage. "No, you're not. You're going to watch while I take everything from him, just like he tried to take everything from me." Kane walked around Daren, studying him like a prize. "The Human Alpha. The Wolfless Beast. Twenty-five years I've waited for this moment."

Avery’s POV The ceremony was silent, somber even. No grand cheers. No joy. Just the quiet rustle of the wind and the heavy breath of a pack unsure how to process what they’d witnessed Kane stood beside me, barely able to stay upright. His arm was bandaged, his face bruised and bloodied. Yet there was a gleam in his eye, a victorious gleam. One that reminded me of the old Kane. The ruthless one. The conqueror who always took what he wanted no matter what.

Kane The moon hung low in the sky as we arrived at the outskirts of Samyspring. A sea of towering trees greeted us, their leaves rustling with a nervous energy that seemed to mirror our own. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a tension that crackled like electricity. Richard rode at my side, his gaze a blazing fire of determination – the rightful alpha of Samyspring, resolute in his quest to reclaim what had been unjustly taken from him by his best friend. The gravity of our mission hung heavy in the air, and as we neared the entrance to the pack, a formidable line of roguish figures awaited us. Carlos, it seemed, had been forewarned of our arrival, and his forces were poised for conf

“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

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.

He would have to be a superior, immortal being not to be stressed out about the recent happenings. Something warm and unfamiliar spread out across my veins and throughout my body. “Thank you for telling me this. I’ll make sure to give him this,” among other things–I added in my head. Chris bowed, and I walked him to the door, where a tired Kane appeared. The moment he saw me, his brows creased as his eyes darted between Chris and me, then he shot Chris a look that could kill. I swallowed hard. “Good evening, Alpha,” Chris bowed, but Kane didn’t answer. Instead he pushed his way into the pack house. I could still hear the sound of drums and wolves celebrating, so I knew the event was not over