Cody Zack Novels & Stories

Isaac attacked the boy, completely unprovoked, allegedly, and then bit his teacher, drawing blood when she tried to separate them. I toyed with the hem of my purse as Mr Beddows continued insulting Isaac, accusing of him all but killing this boy. Greyson's words rang in my ears. Come back as the Zoe Smithson I remember. I wasn't the same woman I once was. Kobe beat everything out of me, my confidence, my hopes, my ambition. I was a shadow, surviving day by day without ever really living.

Even though that was the best excuse he could come up with, Emily wasn't buying into it. “The right time?," she scoffed. “There’s never a right time to lie to someone you care about.” Frederick winced at her words, knowing she was right. He took a deep breath and looked up at her. “My name is Frederick Zack, the son of lord Zack, alpha of the dark hearts pack,” he said quietly. Emily’s eyes widened in shock as she heard the name, for it sounded very familiar. "Lord Zack?," she asked, convinced that she had not heard him well.

"Hi...Zayn Johnson." "Hello, Cassandra..."

“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.”

His head seemed slightly larger than normal, giving him an unintentionally funny appearance. “Yeah, you must be the Big Sister Amelia keeps talking about,” he added with a bright grin. “I’m Zack.” “The future strongest warrior of the Secret Abode.” He puffed out his chest proudly and flexed his muscles. Unfortunately, there seemed to be considerably more flesh than muscle involved. The sight nearly made me laugh. “Don’t mind him.” “He loves bragging,” the young woman from earlier said while shaking her head. “I do not!” Zack protested immediately. “You absolutely do,” several others answered at the same time.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

A sad, glittery banner declared “Class of 2015 – A Decade of Destiny!” I was nursing a warm, shitty beer, trying to look politely interested as Stacy Miller recounted her third kid’s potty-training saga, when I felt it. A shift in the atmosphere. A prickle on the back of my neck that had nothing to do with the shitty AC. I turned. And there he was. Leaning against the bleachers like he owned the fucking place. Zack. He’d filled out since he was eighteen. The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms.

And how much trouble we would always get into. “ If everything goes smoothly we need to hold a cookout and pack a run. The pack has been under a lot of stress this past year. They deserve it.” I explain “ Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Let’s just get through today alright bud.” Creed said taking a gulp from his coffee and shaking his head.

I smiled at him, I could hear the warmth behind his words that’s why I nodded and said, “Sure!” Zackery smiled and again introduced himself, “I am Zackery Hox and while I am appointed as your guard, I would love to be friends too.” I smiled at him and did the same, “Hey! Zackery, I am Cynthia Michaels. While you might be my bodyguard, I would definitely like us to be friends.” Zackery shook his head and chuckled but then got serious and again repeated his earlier message, “Nice but like I said you need to change your outfit or he is going to come straight from the Soul city and tear both of us a new one.”