Kane Martin Novels & Stories

To which he leaned forwards and kissed her more deeply. Talon interrupted them when she spit out, “Hey dumb, dumb, you still don’t know his name.” Amara shrieks as she pushes Kane back, “Oh right, no more mister until you tell me your name.” But then she pulls him forward and kisses him lightly on the lips. Kane picked up her legs and pulled them over his lap as he moved further back on the bed. “My name is Kane. Son of Crius.” Talon and Amara stared at one another and then Kane’s mate whooped, “Thank you moon goddess! I got myself a real-life god as a mate.” Kane smiled and rubbed her legs with little circles while she did a little celebration dance in the bed.

ADRIAN’S POV The interstate stretched endlessly ahead, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through Oregon's rolling hills. Twenty-nine days left. I kept the speedometer at exactly the limit, knowing that getting pulled over would be catastrophic. Beside me, Elena sat with her laptop balanced on her knees, researching Kane like our lives depended on it. Which they did. "Tell me about him," she said without looking up. "Kane. How do you know him?" I gripped the steering wheel tighter. Victor Kane. Even his name tasted like poison. "College," I said. "MIT. We were roommates freshman year."

Stricken with fear, I dared to twirl around and my eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I bumped into master Kieran. I choked hard, coughing loudly as I flew away from him. My eyes began to water both from fear of being caught and choking on the grape. “You must be enjoying yourself.” He finished with a nod. Although his tone was light, his eyes were anything but cool. A shiver ran through me when I dared to meet his eyes. Never have I seen a soul as empty as his. He looked so cold and defiant, like he had nothing to lose and only now, did I confirm the few rumors of some slaves that had been unfortunate enough to cross him.

“You don’t know. Find out, Beta Jarvis. We don’t want a feud with another country.” Rene hailed from New Brunswick. Then there was the wolfpack which had done for Kayleigh’s father at a young age, according to Kane. Now this. I needed my co-Alpha to counsel me – and I needed him now. Ariadne went with our second-in-command this time. Never had I seen her so weary. My attention returned to Kane. I almost shrieked to see that his eyes were open and fixed on me. “Three wishes,” he mumbled.

Bad publicity could be good publicity but my career would be plunged to the depths of this got out. "I can't Katherine. I cannot lose Nik." I fired back. "I cannot end up a one-hit star. You of all people should know that Katherine. Your career blossomed when you were dating that billionaire vlogger. When he dumped you, you were left fending for scraps with amateurs in the industry. I'm sorry I sound so insensitive right now but I don't want that kind of future for myself."

Although I knew that Kade had murdered Dane’s mate, killing his own brother must have been an extremely difficult decision for him. “Mia, who are these people?” Kara asked. “And what do they want?” she added. “You know those people you talked about?” I replied. “Yeah.” “Meet Alpha Dane,” I said, pointing to the man standing bloodied over Kade. Her eyes widened as she observed his appearance. “That explains a lot,” she said while curiously eyeing him. “Hey,” Dane said casually to Kara before turning his gaze toward me. “We need to go. I need to return to the pack.”

"Who- who are you?" He smirked. "Well, my name is Kane, and it's my pressure to meet my brother's Mate." This was all a dream; it had to be...but something about him stood out to her, he was acting so strange, like he was about to make his very first friend in a new school. It was creepy, alright.

Alexander paused, turning to look at the Krown brothers, a wry smile playing on his lips. "I'm Alexander Kane."

“What did she give you?” Nate reaches into his coat and places two things on the table: 1) A name, written in Mary’s neat hand on a scrap of paper. 2) A meeting location, coded like a casual dinner invitation. Nate taps the name once. “Rowan Kane,” he says. “That’s the Rogue King’s real name. Initials match the note. R.K.” My stomach twists violently at hearing it spoken out loud. Rowan. Kane. A name that sounds like polished charm… and a knife. Nate taps the second paper.

“I don’t want to fight anymore.” ‎“Yes, you do.” He took one step forward. “You just don’t remember how.” ‎She wavered. ‎“What’s your name?” ‎“Castelle.” ‎“I’m Kane.” ‎She’d heard that name before. Beltforte’s underworld whispered it like a prayer… and a curse. ‎Kane—the Don. The mafia king. The ruler. The ghost wrapped in Armani, expensive scent, and iron. Ruthless. Powerful. Untouchable.