Kane Chronicles Bast Novels & Stories

If this is what Aisha wants, then she will never succeed. Duke stood up on his chair and walked near the window glass of the office where he could see everything, those large company buildings, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians where people are busy walking through, etc. He was busy looking everywhere when his phone rang he immediately took it out of his pocket, his best friend, Cain, was calling him. “What do you want, Fuentabilla?” Duke rudely said as he answered the call. “So sweet of you, dude; you should be proud I called you.” He heard him laugh over the phone.

Assuming his usual chamber, Deragan had already begun the long process of haunting the library searching the texts for any hint of where she could be this time… Sebastian had seen it enough to know the signs. He's feeling her. She’s gotten old enough she is calling to him. One soul to another. Bast sought him out. Finding him sitting in the blue chair before the fire. Thoughtfully bouncing a handful of smoked nuts in his palm. “Alpha.” Bast lowered his head in deferential greeting. “Good afternoon, Sebastian.” He said it so formally an outsider wouldn’t have known how close they were. That’s just his way. Deragan had been distant and unreadable for all the centuries Bast had known him.

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

Nathan's eyes widen the moment he saw the knife, he could feel his heart tugging in his chest. "No please, no... I will talk" he cries hoping for a second chance but too bad, Cannon doesn't give a second chance. "All Don?" Baston asked, ready to do his work. He enjoyed torturing people as well. "Two" Cannon informs. With pleasure, Baston raises the knife and lowers it down with little or no pressure applied. His movement was so fast that Nathan didn't see it coming and only saw his fingers rolling on the floor. He screams in fright and pain, eyes glued to his hand that's left with only three fingers. His ring finger and baby finger were gone.

He has been practicing all the while she was asleep, gathering powerful armies that will kill the Moon Goddess. “Kane, what happened?” Bellona asked, confused. “My mark made you pass out,” he said. Bellona suddenly remembered he marked her. “How dare you mark me without my permission!” she yelled, standing up from the bed. Bellona feels like he raped her of it. She wanted him to mark her on a romantic way, not just sticking his canine down her neck. Kane smirked, an evil glint in his eyes. Now that he has marked her, he is no longer intimidated by her powers.

I extended my free hand out to her which she took after she ran back to me. We all walked back to where the pack members had gathered closer to the resort. "There they are!" Bastion shouted with a smile as his gaze collided with mine. He was standing in the midst of people, talking about guy stuff. He looked so small compared to Zeb as he towered over everyone with his crimson hair making him stick out like a sore thumb. Clohe quickly waddled to him and she gave him a passionate kiss that had Zeb purring like a little kitten.

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.

He asked them all to go out, leaving just the two of us, after which he shut the door. He turned to look at me and I could tell he had lots of questions on his mind. He walked over to my mirror stand and underneath it, he brought out a first aid box to dress my wounds. I have underestimated Kyle and the Bastard. I do not know how they became so powerful but from all indications, Kyle is now aware that I am her mother and she is out to get me. I also noticed that they are mated, I smelled it as soon as the bastard appeared, and this bothers me a lot.

I don’t hold any ill will against him as Bernard had tricked him into thinking Kane had stolen me from my pack to be a feeder against my will. “Alpha Bastille,” I say. “I’m glad you could come.” “Alpha Emory,” he replies. “I’m glad to be here especially after the last time we saw each other. I’m hoping you don’t hold what happened against me.” Bastille Silvercrest is known to be a family man with half a dozen daughters. If a vampire king had stolen any of his own daughters, he would have also marched off to war with his pack. No one could fault him for his sense of honor and duty.

“I wish Bastien was home, and I know he does too. But he’s not here because he believes so much in his duty to protect his family and his pack that he’s willing to lose his reputation in order to do what’s right.” Swiping at the rogue droplets rolling down my cheeks, I clear my throat, “The people’s concerns are valid, and it’s right to ask where Bastien is and why he isn’t here even if we can’t give you the answers you deserve for security reasons. But anytime we’re faced with the prospect of a challenge like this, we also have to remember to ask about the people making the accusations. I don’t have these answers yet myself, but I encourage anyone who cares about our future to ask who exact