Selwyn Kane Fanart Novels & Stories

Is he suspecting that something was wrong with his mother's death? Aldor handed him a file. "This is the information of those people." Keegan flipped through a few pages and suddenly saw a photo of a child. He brought his brows closer and asked, "Why is a photo of Stella here?" Aldor paused. "It can't be." He looked over, and he was shocked. "Mr. Kane, this is a photo of Mr. Saun as a child."

I have no idea what I'm trying to talk him out of doing, but he stops. "Is that so? I disagree." His arrogance catches me off guard, but I don't give in. "As if. We met once; you don't know my name or all the other important things that make me me." My eyes focus on Kane as he sits down on my bed and makes himself comfortable. "Your name is Selena, and your father calls you Sel. I believe he's the only one who does. Your last name is Miller. But not for long. You're nineteen, born and raised here, never left the pack's territory. Straight A student, at the top of your class. However, you lack communication skills, so you had only one friend, the bitch that slapped you. I think her name was K

The bar is almost empty. Just low amber lights, a jazz trio packing up, and Alexander Kane at the far corner table like he owns the concept of dawn itself. He’s ditched the jacket. White shirt rolled to the elbows, exposing forearms corded with ink (black lines, Cyrillic letters, one thin white scar shaped like a crescent moon). He’s nursing something dark in a heavy crystal glass and watching the door like he already knows I’m coming.

As the royal siblings left the study, Selene linked her arm with her brother’s, whispering excitedly, “I can’t wait to see Kane’s face. And if that wretched Anika even looks at me the wrong way…” Darius smirked. “Try not to claw her eyes out on the first day, sister. At least wait until after dinner.” Selene only grinned, her dangerous crush and old rivalry already burning brighter at the mere thought of stepping foot in the Bloodmoon pack again. * * * * * **BLOODMOON PACK – ALPHA KANE’S STUDY (Later that morning)** Kane was once again buried in paperwork when Kai knocked and entered, holding a sealed scroll bearing the royal crest of Shadowfall Pack.

Kane lounged at the foot of the bed, shirtless, his sculpted abs on full display as he leaned back against the headboard. In the harsh morning light, their beauty was almost painful to look at. They were identical in every way except for subtle differences I hadn't noticed in the dark. Kade's hair was slightly longer, falling into his eyes, and that scar through Kane's eyebrow gave him an edge of danger. But it was their eyes that held me captive, silver and intense, studying me like I was a puzzle they were trying to solve. "Morning, little human," Kane said, his lips curving into a smirk.

"Kane, the man forced us to get stabbed just so we could learn to withstand pain. You're so obsessed with being his favourite that you can't even see his horrible parenting. Hell, you're obsessed with a dead man." "It's too bad that Raven was always his favourite, huh?" Blake said, taunting. Kane gritted his teeth as he looked each of the crew in the eyes. He could not retort because it was true. That sick, old man always loved Raven and the rapid and great plans her genius head could come up with. There was something about her he adored most, however. It was her darker side. One that only came out to play in extremely rare moments. That side of her was caused by the death of her sister. It

Seraphina's POV "What's with you?" I whispered to Kane, who looked like he'd just seen a ghost. He silently handed me his phone. I sucked in a breath. On Sebastian's professional account-the one followed by every major East Coast faction leader and business partner-was a picture of a flawless strawberry muffin. No caption. Just a smiling emoji. That cheerful emoji felt way too out of place for the ice-cold Alpha I knew. What the hell was he thinking?

Underneath her portrait was a single line: ‘The witch who seeks the power of the chosen wolf. Killian’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She has been planning this for decades.” Selene felt a chill run down her spine. “But there’s something else here,” she said, turning the page. This time, she froze completely. Because the next drawing was of a small child. A girl with pale silver eyes and a birthmark on her shoulder, a crescent moon. Killian stared. “Selene… that child… looks like you.” Selene could not move, and she could not breathe. Her heartbeat slowed as she traced the lines of the drawing.

Kane murmured, as if trying to convince himself. He didn't know that he'd seen this moonstone before he lost his memory, and before he rejected me. Back then, Selena Crowther, his sickly, frail childhood sweetheart, had just returned to the country. Cradled against his chest, she coughed up a thin thread of blood, her face drained of color. She gripped his wrist, her voice shaking. "Beta… Isla's power is overwhelming, Kane. My wolf felt like it was being torn apart just being near her… I'm scared…"

The moonlight filters through the leaves, casting a gentle glow over my makeshift resting place, as I dream of the strength and acceptance I am yet to find. Caden’s POV Crossing his arms, chuckling with a grin. He casually say, you are not fit for the one you rejected. And since my lycan keeps prancing at this scent I know she is now mine, given to me as my first mate. He lets Celeste’s hand go and I am her second he says matter of factly. I can see Blake’s eyes glaze over for a second. Either he is mind linking or he is trying talk keep his wolf contained.