Max Lightwood Bane Novels & Stories

My aim was shaky but I released, and the arrow hissed through the air, thudding uselessly into the outer ring of the hay-stuffed target. I missed. Damn it!! "You’re overthinking the wind," a voice rumbled from the shadows of the stone pavilion. I quickly turned around to know who it was. The last thing I wanted was another encounter with a perverse guard. But it wasn’t a guard. It was Bane. The air always seemed to grow heavier when he was near, vibrating with a dark, magnetic energy. He stepped into the light, dressed in a charcoal tactical shirt that showed the sheer, terrifying scale of his frame.

Raven adds, Bane whimpers at her words, my brows furrow at his reaction. ‘Ruby is Odin’s equal, not stronger,’ Bane scoffs at Raven’s comment, making me wonder what the hell he is talking about. ‘What’s going on Bane?’ I question my lycan, he growls before trying to retreat into the back of my mind. ‘No get your ass back here, what is your problem?’ I demand, preventing him from retreating any further.

“And you still don’t know why?” I shook my head. “No. I don’t even know if it’s me or if it’s them—or the bond itself. I just know it’s not normal. And the Moon won’t answer.” Silence followed that, the kind that settles like fog—thick and uncomfortable. Then Ven exhaled. “Shit. I take it back. I am glad I asked. That’s messed up, Bane.” “You don’t say.” The carriage bounced over a rut in the trail, jostling us. Caelan pulled the reins gently, guiding the horse around a bend where a portion of the fence had collapsed under a fallen tree.

"That is absolute nonsense. A lowborn wolf like him wouldn't survive a single swipe from Kate's claws." "Don't underestimate his beast, Bane!" Michael insisted, his voice rising in panic as past defeats flashed in his mind. "He has repeatedly foiled my plans and pulled Lydia out of my traps. Who else could have ruined our careful operation in these woods?" Bane mocked, a cruel smile on his lips. "Mr. Rhodes, that stray has truly gotten inside your weak head. Even Kate alone would have been too much for his small bones to handle. Don't tell me your wolf actually thinks a common lowland boy is a hidden pack king. If that fairy tale were true, you should pack your bags right now, flee the Blood

The familiar beautiful hum that danced on his skin whenever his mate touched him was present and he could not help the satisfied groan that hole fr his throat. Well, that was before the heard a loud crash that had him halting for a second to deduce what it was anc where it was coming from. The first thing that hit him was the smell, it smelled like gunpowder. “No”. The muttered out as he increased his speed. The bomb sounded from behind them but it was just too far from them. He could immediately feel Marissa start to panic but what he also knew was that he could not feel the strength from her that he started to feel after discovering she was an Oscura, abd he had the hunch that the bastard

Aware. My chest tightened before I even looked up. Bane stood there. Dark shirt. Hands in his pockets. Blue eyes fixed directly on me like nobody else existed around us. Damon stood behind him looking deeply exhausted already, like he had been dragged into this against his will. “I need to talk to you,” Bane said simply. The table immediately tensed. “You don’t have to go,” Kane said before I could answer. Aurelia nodded quickly. “Seriously. Let him suffer.”

I cried, not able to say the words were rising in my throat; I didn't want any of this to be accurate; trapped inside a nightmare that I cannot awake. "I know," Bane said; he softly stroked my cheek, and I looked up at him shocked; he smiled softly at me; the sky was black and full of stars. The moonlight hit his face, suddenly showing his bright blue eyes; his face chiseled to perfection, his dirty blonde hair was tousled and thick.

I bite the inside of my cheek and follow him without any more questions. When we reach further inside the palace, past at least a dozen guards, a grand view of a voluptuous staircase comes into sight. An older man appears, and let’s just say, he looks so much like Alexander that I don’t doubt for a second he must be Bane Senior. Bane Senior is sitting on a couch, nodding at something the man next to him seems to be saying when his sharp, old eyes land on us, and his entire face fumes with anger.

"Upon discovering what happened to Ryan, we embarked on a mission to rescue him." Lucas sighed again before admitting, "It was far from a peaceful mission, but we managed to get Ryan out. I was already tending to his wounds when one of those that took Ryan - Bane, that was his name -" "Bane," Lily interrupted. "He had a black whip with stainless-steel diamond tips." 'Fuck,' yet again, Lucas cussed. His wife was very quick to catch on. "Don't even think about it, Lily," Lucas said. "Bane has had his punishment. I can assure you."