Kane Chronicles Walt Novels & Stories

“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.

Alpha Zac studied him carefully, as if he were searching beneath the answer. “You didn’t find her?” he asked. Kane leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “No, Father.” A brief silence followed. Alpha Zac sighed softly before walking toward the shelf beside his desk. He grabbed a crystal bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses. “One of these days, that stubbornness of yours will kill me,” he muttered, handing one glass to Kane. Kane accepted it with a faint smirk. “You asked. I answered.” "I know you too well, Kane.” Alpha Zac sat across from him. “Your wolf has been restless for months.”

My thoughts are interrupted when several pictures of Earl Waltman and Carlton Waltman appear in front of us. “After Connor shared all of the information that he and April have compiled, I contacted several of my informants and found some pertinent things about the Waltman cousins.” He does this hand slide in the air as if magically changing a page, and voila, a new page appears. “After doing some digging, we found that both men are related to Kennedy Lynch.” His gaze moves over us. “For those of you who don’t know, Mrs. Lynch was Edward Hansen the third’s mistress. Earl and Carlton were her nephews by marriage until her husband, Herber Waltman’s vehicle breaks malfunctioned and crashed into

"This has to appear entirely organic." His assistant nodded confidently, recognizing the familiar pattern of his employer's machinations. "Consider it done, sir. No one will trace it back to us." As the assistant left with the files, footsteps fading down the corridor, Kane poured himself another glass of aged whiskey from the crystal decanter on his desk. The amber liquid glinted under the warm light as he swirled it thoughtfully, his mind already leaping ahead. Kane could already picture the look on Ryan’s face when Lucian finally struck back—a delicious image that made his lips curl in genuine amusement.

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.

“You should get some rest, Kane. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.” “Yeah. Feels like it too.” Glenn glances at me, then back to my mate. “I can help…if you want to have Willow with you, so you can get some proper sleep.” Kane yawns loudly and shakes his head. “There will be too many questions. Everyone’s going to be hyper-focused on the witches now.” “You’ll sleep better,” the chancellor tries again. “And we need you rested.”

I said quietly. "Bastard." Kane moved around the office with casual ownership, pouring himself coffee from Adrian’s espresso machine, sitting in Adrian’s chair, using Adrian’s computer. Then, a flash of gold caught the light. I focused the binoculars on Kane’s wrist and my stomach dropped. "Adrian, is your father’s watch gold? Vintage? With a black face?" "Yes. Rolex Submariner. 1967. Why?" "Kane is wearing it." The silence stretched so long I thought we’d been disconnected. "Adrian?"

“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