Abdul Zanabli Novels & Stories

Alina cooed in a comforting tone. I grimaced, "How do you know. There's no telling what I sent him into. I didn't think this through properly and he fucking agreed to this dumb idea. What have I done?" I ran ahead through my hair, tousling it further. "I can still feel him, his energy, so that means he's doing just fine. He's a fighter Zion. Unlike your mother, he was built for war. I hate to say it, but he stands a higher chance here so have faith in the odds." Her voice was so emotionless. The stoic expression masking her face seemingly odd. I knew it was because of the dark magic.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Jordan Findley was buried in his hometown of Des Moines, Iowa, on a sunny June day before a crowd of thousands. The local papers read that he died in a small plane crash, but the LIGHTS team members all knew the truth. Such occurrences were so rare, Aaron couldn’t even think of another time a Hunter had purposely killed a Guardian. Accidents happened from time to time, but never something like this. Teams were organized to hunt down Skelton, but so far there hadn’t even been a sign of him, causing speculation that he had been killed as well.

Abdullah raised an eyebrow at him, still feeling a bit fuzzy after that sight he witnessed. "It's already here?" he asked, sitting down with his golden brown-haired friend. Zain was from Kashmir and his golden-brown eyes and hair made it evident. He wasn't very handsome but the striking color of his eyes and silky hair made him stand out. In addition to that, his goofy and cheerful personality made him more appealing to women not to mention, his kind nature. Abdullah was the total opposite of him, with black hair and dark green eyes. His complexion was a bit pale as well and he mostly remained quiet and serious, coming off as unfriendly.

Bilal vowed through gritted teeth. "I knew it!" Zynah seethed. "That woman is a lunatic. She is insane! How dare she drag an innocent child into this dirty fight of hers?" Zynah's heart softened. Had it not been for Nazmeera, she didn't know the trauma she would have been in if Zaahida had succeeded in harming Adnan. For that single act, she felt indebted to Nazmeera for life. "I'm not going to stop until that woman is put behind bars," Bilal swore. "I have already sent some policemen over to her house. I hope they catch her as soon as possible."

I said with utter hatred and anger piling up my blood. It was true from past two weeks, ever since Zachary was shot dead in front of my eyes I was trying to reach Kabir, since Stefan and Zachary were living in safe house that was given to them by Kabir, however this heartless person didn’t answer my single call, what’s more pathetic was I followed all news on TV related to Zachary incident and found Kabir showing no interference in this incident....

A spurt of Dragon flame instantly burned Zared to ashes. He turned and walked back to the living room. Bailey was standing in the living room, and she was staring affectionately at Wilbur with admiring eyes. "I didn't scare you, did I?" asked Wilbur. Bailey shook her head and replied, "No. I feel absolutely safe with you here, so I'm not scared of anything." Wilbur smiled and said, "Good." … Zared Khan was killed with a single punch. The cultivation world of Shia was instantly abuzz.

My arm stayed raised, seconds away from finishing them. Daniel ran over and knelt beside me. “Boss. Please. You can’t pull the trigger. You will go to prison. Please.” My heart tilted slightly, and I looked at him, my eyes empty. Prison? My lips curled into a slow, frightening smirk. Really? Who in the fucking world could arrest me? I’m Zaydeen Black! I have never shot a man before. I have never killed or had the thought to kill, but I own a licensed gun for protection… but tonight, I would kill all these pigs because they had no right to put their hands on my woman!

In happiness, she giggled and hugged Shehroz. “Stay happy, my doll.” Shehroz wrapped his arms around her, putting his lips on her hair. After seeing the happiness of his sister, he was also feeling extremely happy. ********** “I just want to know one thing, why are you behind Anaaya when I am the one who is your enemy?” Zaviyaar was sitting in front of that man. They came to know his name was Jabir. “I don't want to tell this to a fuck like you.” His answer made Zaviyaar furious as he again hit a strong fist on his wounded face. The man was tied with a chair and despite beating multiple times, he still wasn't ready to open his mouth.

It was relentless, lasting days until warriors came from the neighbouring towns, tipping the scales just enough to grant the Blood Moon Pack victory, if you could call it that. I exhaled sharply, feeling frustrated as I went back over images I’d already looked at, trying to find anything I’d missed, when I spotted him. It was a picture of a family of three outside of their burnt down home, and whilst it was a heartbreaking scene, it wasn’t them I was looking at. In the background, barely visible with the grainy image quality, was a middle-aged man partially hidden behind a car. It looked as though he had light coloured hair, blue or green eyes, completely ordinary really…he actually appeared