Cloud Strife Zack Fair Novels & Stories

“My warriors will continue the training you started. Lesion Pack won’t be caught unprepared again.” Outside, the warriors were already loading our belongings into the cars. Zack was pacing around, clipboard in hand like he was running a military operation. “Do we have the herbs?” he called out. “Yes,” one of the warriors replied. “The samples from the forest?”“Loaded.” Zack turned to me. “If we forget anything important, I swear I’m resigning.” I chuckled. “Relax, Zack. You’ve done enough for one lifetime.” He smirked. “Tell that to my stress levels.”

"Impossible!" Zack suddenly roared, his voice hoarse and terrifying. He shoved aside the officers blocking him and rushed madly toward the fire, shouting, "Serenity! Serenity!" The scorching heat rushed at him, burning his eyebrows and temples. Several SWAT officers held him back tightly. "Mr. Larson, it's too dangerous!" Zack collapsed to his knees on the scorching concrete pavement, watching helplessly as the factory collapsed before his eyes. In his daze, he seemed to see a blurry figure in the flames, calmly gazing at him.

She squeezed Kai’s hand gently, feeling truly blessed. But the peaceful moment shattered when a tall, handsome young man approached their table. The moment Kai saw him, his charming smile vanished completely. His jaw tightened and his body tensed beside her. Zack. Son of Prince Zane and Indigo, Kai’s cousin. Tall with sharp features, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes, Zack carried himself with easy confidence. A slight, mocking smirk played on his lips as he stopped in front of them. “Congratulations, cousin,” Zack said smoothly, his voice dripping with false warmth. “What a beautiful wedding. And what a… surprising choice of bride.”

"Zack is going to fight Darius and possibly die because the Coalition wants me. Because my existence threatens their comfortable order. And I am hiding here like a coward while he pays the price for my power." "You are preparing to face a dimensional threat," Drake argued. "That is not cowardice. That is strategy." "It is abandonment." The words tasted like acid. "In our first timeline, Zack abandoned me. Rejected me publicly, chose Selene, let me suffer alone. I swore I would never forgive him for that. Swore I would make him pay for every moment of pain." Through our bond with Zack, I felt him falter mid-step in whatever he was doing. He was listening, feeling every word through our connec

I'm prepared to face the consequences of my actions, but you need to understand that things aren't exactly as they seem," Zach said, completely ignoring my question. What are you talking about?" I asked. I didn't kill Clara," Zach confessed, and despite hearing the words, I struggled to believe them. "I admit that I lied about being in danger to get money from you, but I did it for the family, and I knew Adrian would be the one paying, not you," Zach continued while I listened in complete shock. "Clara, Noah, and I were friends, but I never knew Noah was obsessed with her. When he realized she liked me instead, he set her up against the drug lord, and that led to her death," Zach revealed.

The only thing I care about is getting inside, finding Clara, and making sure she’s okay. As I approach the entrance, I see Zack standing by the door, arms crossed over his chest. He’s one of Lusaka’s men—Lusaka’s right hand, just like Ryan is mine. I know him. And I know this isn’t going to be easy. When he sees me, his expression hardens showing surprise, beneath the surface something flickered through his face. Unease? Fear? It doesn’t matter. He stands tall, trying to mask whatever emotions are brewing inside him.

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

"You don't understand, Sara. This was supposed to be our breakthrough. And now, Derick's going to get all the credit." The argument that followed was heated and painful. Zack's frustration boiled over, and despite my efforts to soothe him, he lashed out. "Maybe if you hadn't been so quick to forgive Derick, this wouldn't be happening!" His words stung, and I felt tears prick my eyes. "That's not fair, Zack. You know I only forgave him because I wanted to move on. We both did." Zack turned away, his shoulders tense. "Maybe you don't take this as seriously as I do. Maybe you don't care as much."

The climax tore through them both just as a crack opened in the earth beside them, steam hissing from the depths. Victor emptied himself into her, a guttural roar ripping from his throat. He stayed there, his forehead resting on hers, his weight crushing the air from her lungs as the afterglow hit. The stinging of the scrapes on his back, the lingering warmth between her legs, the physical hangover of it all—it felt like the only real thing in a world of ghosts. "They’re here, Vic. Look at the sky." Zack stood ten feet away, his rifle lowered. He wasn't looking at the wreckage. He was looking at the clouds.

"You do understand what you're saying, don't you? If Orion agrees, your life will never be the same again." Zack shrugged, the nonchalance faking him out. "Life's a disaster already, Kate. At least then I'll be standing with people who know how to fight back." Keto snorted and muttered to himself, "Or standing among men who can drag you into a war that you ain't ready for." I stood in front of Zack. His jaw was tightened, his eyes fixed straight ahead as if on something he alone could behold. Fear, anger, maybe both. "Zack," I whispered, "it does not mean you're ready for what comes next because you never have to fight."