Selwyn Kane Fanart Novels & Stories

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What would Kane do when he realized how dangerous this obsession had become?

"Stella." "Kyaa." I shrieked and met Kane's dumbfounded eyes. "Why are you so surprised?" He then glanced at my sketchbook. "Is that me?" I looked down. "!" I unconsciously draw him again. It was Kane in his hoodie. His signature look. I immediately closed my sketchbook. "H-how could that be you? I-its a character from the comic book!" Kane smirked arrogantly. "But the hood is familiar. The eyebrow is similar to mine too. If you show it to others at home, they would say it looked a lot like me."

It feels like no matter what, I’d be wrong. The morning light was already creeping into the corridors, casting long shadows as I leaned against the railing. From where I stood, I had a clear view of the small hall across the pack house. The maids were in full swing, bustling around like clockwork. Chairs were being arranged, silverware polished, flowers meticulously placed—everything getting prepped for the big day. Yeah. The big day. The one where I, Kane, Alpha of the Pack, will stand in front of everyone and pledge myself to Selena under the next full moon. Because apparently, the universe thought it’d be hilarious to pair me with someone who isn’t Julia.

Kane smiled at me, “I am just happy I don’t have to keep the whole werewolf thing to myself anymore. I’ll see what I can do. Sounds really cool though that shelter.” “There are going to be even more humans joining in the near future and some half werewolf, half humans or what the fuck they’re called. I think they call them halfbloods, but I just think of fucking Harry Potter when I hear that.” Kane laughed, “I’m more of a Star Wars fan myself, but I get it.” I showed Kane my baby Yoda tattoo, “I love Star Wars too man. So fucking much.” I got Kane settled in and told him I had to get my suit and other stuff ready for our wedding in two weeks.

Wedding plans. The book is filled with pieces of fabric, dress designs, and photos of decoration ideas. Then I see the little polaroid photo, the corner sticking out the side in the direct center. I flip to the place it holds in the binder. It's a self-taken photo of Kane and Emalin. She is crossing her eyes and Kane is sticking his tongue out. I smile a little at the silly photo. Underneath it is a hand-written note. To my Silver Wolf-

though it was possible. I could already feel his emotions twirling like a tornado thru the bond that was forming between his wolf and Reya. I placed my hand against his cheek and leaned close to whisper in his ear,”Don’t worry Selwyn the dragon fire never burns a fated mate if the bond is true and blessed by the Moon Goddess. The dragon brand will look like tattoos on your body.” His eyes shown relief at my words as I gazed into them and leaned in to kiss his cheek. We began talking again about how things would work and when he would introduce me to his wolf Maxim. I was so happy that he wanted me to meet his wolf and he wanted to meet my dragon. Selwyn was the image of a perfect mate in my

Intrigued, his gaze searched the room until it landed on a pair of shoes stopping beside him. It was the man who had been with King earlier—his right-hand man. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Raze Alconde,” he said, offering a handshake. Kane accepted it with grace. “Pleasure to meet you, too.” “My boss seems to like your work a lot,” Raze remarked. “I’m an aspiring artist myself. Mind sharing your secret?” His smile was lopsided, his tone friendly. Kane sensed the subtle game at play and responded in kind.

Pack members worked through the night to ensure every detail honored their beloved Alpha. I smoothed my ceremonial Luna robes, the midnight blue fabric embroidered with silver phases of the moon—a stark contrast to Giana's deliberately subdued gray dress. The silver crescent on my neck seemed to glow more brightly today, and I made no attempt to hide it. "You look every inch the Luna," Kane murmured as he passed me in the hallway, maintaining respectful distance though his eyes conveyed so much more. His formal attire suited him—the traditional black jacket with silver accents highlighting the strength in his shoulders. Though he stood among Raymond's closest companions by protocol, the silv

Sucking in a breath, I tried to shake off the feeling. “Ruin all my fun.” He pouted, crossing his arms before he gave Kane an easy smile. “What can I help you find today?” “Sarah and I will browse. I’d like you to pull out some collars.” “Ooh, big step, I’ll find something fitting such a pretty throat.” He said, giving me a wink before he turned away from us heading back into the back room. Kane turned to me, giving me a sheepish smile, “Sorry about Sin.”

My wolf. Zayn. I stared at the drawing longer than necessary. “That’s you,” she said quietly, pointing toward the wolf. “I see that,” I replied softly. She hesitated before speaking again. “Is he always with you?” The question carried weight beneath its simplicity. “Yes,” I answered. She nodded slowly, her fingers gripping the pencil tighter. “Does Kane have one too?” I glanced toward Kane, who had gone unusually still beside us. “Yes,” I replied. Selena looked down at her drawing again.