Kane Powers Novels & Stories

Kane has moved on, and so should I. The question is will I be able to move on after seeing his fiance and their baby?

His lips press into a thin line, and then he turns toward Lord Vincent with an expression that makes my stomach twist. “You brought me… her?” His voice is low, sharp. “This is your grand gift?” Lord Vincent stammers, clearly caught off guard. “She—she’s beautiful, my lord, untouched. Her bloodline is unclear, but—” “Does she have powers? A wolf?” Kane’s gaze slices into me before I can even open my mouth. I blink. “No,” I say softly. “I haven’t shifted yet.” “Perfect,” he scoffed, looking irritated.

"The third option I mentioned. It's not military. It's not political. It's temporal." "I don't understand." "Victor Kane's power comes from being in the right place at the right moment. He was in One World Trade Center when the freeze hit. Had access to resources, people, infrastructure. In my timeline, I spent twenty years studying that moment. Understanding what made him successful." "And?"

“Do you know if Clement hates the supernatural?” Johnathan shakes his head. “I don't know him that well. I don't think he cares about you one way or the other. He came to me, gave me one last chance to make peace, said he'd even go get you…but it was too late for that.” “It wasn’t,” Kane says softly. “I would have been willing to listen.” “And I was too stubborn. I would not give up my power and money. What use is power and money to me now?”

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

"Who am I? I'm just... the useless thing you called me, right?" "Don't play games with me!" Kane snarled, stalking forward to grip the iron bars. "Admit you were wrong, tell me the secret of this power, and I'll let you out." "You want to know?" I looked up, my eyes hazy with feigned weakness, and crooked a finger at him. "Come closer..." I whispered, a ghost of a smile on my lips. "And I'll tell you." Kane’s eyes narrowed with suspicion, but greed won the battle.

She looked very much like Jennifer Connelly, with the way her eyebrows framed her kind, delicate eyes. She and K had some resemblance, too. They were both stunningly beautiful, with slim physique, the right combination of sharp and soft features on their faces, and they were of the same height, too. The only difference was, K was more exotic, which was probably something she got from her nonexistent father. "Come on in now, kids," Laura ushered them in, literally dragging both K and Jesse to the steps of the patio. "Get in and get warm, real quick." She demanded.

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.

Strong jawline, cheekbones that could slice glass, and lips that held no warmth. But it was his eyes that stole my breath. Those unnerving pale irises, not quite grey or blue, but something in between. Almost silver. Almost white. Like frost on glass. Eyes that saw everything. Eyes that burned through you. His thick dark hair was styled neatly, swept away from his face. Everything about him screamed dominance, cold beauty, and unshakable power. “You’re late,” he said coolly, his gaze skimming over my dress lingering for a second too long.