Kane Chronicles Walt Novels & Stories

His eyes were cobalt, bright as knives taken from ice. Kane. Marcus. Whatever name he wears in his own head now, it slid off my tongue and turned to ash. Velia stopped a step; I felt it more than saw it. The wolf pushed against my skin, wanting to tear and feel the pop of tendons and know the world was simple again. It never is. Kane smiled when he saw us—small, private. Not for the cameras. For me. “Alpha,” he said, voice coming across the cavern clean as if the air had been built for it. “You look well.”

Everyone, including myself, took on this shocked expression. “That doesn’t sound legal or ethical at all,” Cheryl muttered under her breath. Bianca snorted. “You’re not wrong. For what it’s worth, she only ever did it with personal letters that came in. Nevertheless, Olivia got pretty good at the imitation. However, she could never quite master the particular way that Kane would write his letter ‘K’ in his name.” She had a point. Whenever I used to see Kane writing back to either the king or another fellow Alpha, the way he wrote the first letter of his name was always so drastically overdone. Yet you could tell he held the pen with masterful control.

“Two o’clock right now. Those old men need more than one hour to make it in time for the meeting. They could be engaged in other affairs.” “And what affair could a man in his seventies be engaged in that’s more important than hurrying over to perform his sworn duty to me, his Alpha?” I ask mindlessly and the look Kane has on tells me he wants to hurl profanities at me right now, but he still respects my authority as Alpha. H simply nods and says, “Got it. What about Willow? Did you finally go to see her?”

"He’s going to run his heart rate into a danger zone before he even clears the building." "Let him run himself into a deficit," Kane rumbled, his voice lacking even a trace of sympathy. He stepped down from the presentation platform, his movements fluid and massive. The intense studio lights caught the silver Vanguard crest on his chest, making the metal gleam like a freshly forged blade. He didn't look at the production staff who were nervously avoiding his gaze; he looked down at his personal wristband, where a steady, rapid-fire cascade of high-priority message alerts was already scrolling across the small interface. "The network just finalized the broadcast data. The western franchise

“I understand. Thank you for doing this… it means a lot to Ron.” I nodded again, unsure what to say. My heart was still racing, half from the car ride, half from the thought of Ronan Hale waiting somewhere out there to torture me. “You know,” Walt continued, his eyes on the road, “he missed two years. He attended classes online, but he still struggles with some courses.” I bit my lip, my stomach twisting. Of course he is. It’s Ronan Hale. Annoying,… and somehow

* *It's more than charisma and you know it. Zoey didn't answer, which told me everything. Kane stood suddenly, moving with a fluid grace that reminded me of Killian—but different. Where Killian's power was a mountain, solid and unmovable, Kane's was water, smooth and deceptively deep. He walked around behind my chair. I tensed, my fingers gripping the armrests. "You're very tense, Olivia," he observed, his voice coming from just behind my left ear. "Your shoulders are up by your ears. Your breathing is shallow. That's not good for you."

The sound of a turning switch disturbs Joenabell and Kane's moment. "What are you doing?" Cheryl looks surprised at them, as well they look surprised at her. "Uh- Nothing!" The father and daughter say in unison. Joenabell looks at her father in revolt, but she keeps her composure calm. Cheryl, on the other hand, noticed Kane's wrist shines brightly, "Honey, what's on your wrist?" She asks Kane with a suspicion of the bracelets he wears. 'Is he cheating on me?' Cheryl mentally asks herself.

Wade says, picking up his phone and scrolling through it. “Link me if you need anything else, Alpha,” Kane says and leaves. Once the door closes, I walk over and sit in the chair across the desk from him. I place my sword across my lap so I can sit more comfortably. “Do you have any leads on who you might reach out to?” “I have a few. I’m going to reach out now via text and then we will wait,” he says, scrolling through his phone. “You should really try to get some rest while you wait for a response.”

Kane mindlinked his father who nodded in agreement. Kane walked with him up the stairs and saw that his mate Cherry and Danielle were talking quietly together. “Cherry, get over here.” Kane demanded to which she looked up slightly irritated that she had been disturbed from her conversation. “What is it?” She sighed slowly walking to her mate. He looked furious at her lack of respect. “You think gossiping is a good idea? Perhaps finding the future Luna should be top priority.” Kane growled at her as he took her hand and walked them into the dining hall.

“You can’t take that without paying.” Adrian steps slightly in front of me, instinctive shield. Nate, breathing hard, looks at Sable with a kind of exhausted clarity. “We’ll pay,” Nate says. “In the only currency you actually care about.” Sable’s eyes narrow. “Which is.” Nate holds up the K stamped wax packet. “Rowan Kane is chained in the palace. His seal is about to become worthless. Unless you tell me who else is carrying it.” Sable goes very still. Then, slowly, she smiles.