Avatar Professor Zei Novels & Stories

“I…know I have behaved as a selfish, cold-hearted jerk when you only intended to befriend me since the first day. That’s why I came here today to apologize for my wrongdoings. I…I want to be friends with you now, Chris, if you allow me to be…” “TANG!!” The tumbler Emma was holding in her hand slipped on the floor, making a loud reverberating noise, as soon as Zeus finished his statement. Not only her, but Chris and also all the other students nearby paused their steps and stared at him with wide disbelief, bearing an expression as if they had witnessed a ghost out of the blue! Maybe…this new avatar of Zeus was too hard for them to process through! “W-W-What did you say?” Unable to shake off

Louise's POV Zalev takes my hand and leads me to another part of the cave. We stop at a door that clearly says 'Alpha' on a nameplate. He knocks and opens the door immediately. Once inside, I see a well-built man sitting behind a desk, his eyes dark and his eyebrows bushy and full. He must be close to thirty, judging by the deep scars on his face, mostly the result of hard life experiences. As he rises from his chair to face us, I notice that his body is bulky and covered in tattoos. Zalev is not exactly small, but this Alpha towers over us. His aura is formidable, my wolf immediately runs for cover and I slide closer to Zalev for protection.

AVA Zade shifted back to human form the exact second the rogue died. His chest was rising and falling fast as he stared at the mess trailing all over the place: the blood, fur, and broken furniture. Then his eyes moved to me. “Ava.” His voice was so low it almost shook. He stepped forward, still fully naked, but he didn’t seem to care as he knelt beside me. “You’re bleeding.” I tried to speak, but everything hurt too much. My side was on fire. I looked down and saw deep red claw marks running across my arms.

So, he did not enjoy much fame in Thailand, but was perhaps even stronger than Trigon in terms of combat strength. Pushing the door open, Dark Shura and Zeke walked into the room. When he saw Leviathan and the others, Zeke’s eyes once again held a hint of surprise. Although his intuition had told him that it was unlikely for Dark Shura to lie to him, his heart still twitched gently when he saw Leviathan was actually here. Leviathan seemed to have waited for Zeke for a long time. When he saw him appear at the scene, a long-lost smile finally appeared on his face.

He look at the butler, "Even you, Zi." Zi is the name of the butler who is already took a great part of the Quivan's Family. They already treated each other like a family, besides Zi was always there by their side in good and bad times and also he is a former delinquent who went on rampage in the other underground when he was 18 years old then Rozzel and Yvy—Yvrozz parents saw him and his state. All of the men in the ZB underground were lying unconscious.

I make a self-satisfied face and brush my hair off my shoulders with one hand. I see Azael with a pool stick in hand, walking towards me, with his particular torn black jeans, a white T-shirt that makes his tattoos show through, and a leather jacket. I approach him, pissed off, shortening the space between us, and several of his friends who look similar to him, look me up and down with mischievous smiles.

Demons'' Zeel look at the man with a bit of horror in his eyes and said, ''ANDREA BELLUCI, CLASS- PALADIN''

I will never be Stefanos de Vesilios again. -Zohara

Tania nodded before heading back inside to grab her things. While waiting, Xielle looked at a portrait. "I'm curious, how old is Zeke? I mean..." she wondered aloud. "Let's wait for Boss," Tania said upon returning. "There he is." Xielle looked where Tania was pointing. Her jaw literally dropped. Walking toward them was a man who looked like he stepped straight out of a high-budget K-Drama. Tall—at least 6'3—moreno, with thick brows, a sharp nose, and a jawline that could cut paper.

He turned slowly, back against the table, and looked up. Vaelor filled his entire field of vision. Two heads taller, built across the shoulders like the citadel had a structural opinion about what a sovereign should look like. His dark horns curved above him, catching the lab's blue light. His ancient eyes, sharp and too-seeing, were fixed on Zafer with an intensity that had given up pretending to be something more neutral. Zafer's lower lip pushed out before he could stop it — a small, involuntary pout, the face his body made when it was nervous and didn't have better options. He tried to duck under the arm and create some distance between himself and the gravitational event happening in fr