Dc Zatara Novels & Stories

“That’s Gramma Liam. He’s Alpha Mondrian’s third in command—super loyal, his powers are deeply rooted in the earth, so he is in charge of protecting our walls. And over there is Delta Isaih. Despite his harsh look, he’s a sweetheart, but don’t let that fool you; he’ll take you down in any match faster than you can breathe. His powers stem from air” Her easygoing personality put me at ease, and by the time we reached our seats, I felt less like an outsider and more like someone who might eventually belong. Zara pulled out a chair for me and sat beside me, her energy infectious. As the meal progressed, Zara leaned in and whispered, “So, do you feel weird? Like, physically?” I blinked at her, s

Zane stays calm for a while, then, he opens up to me. "Richie Antonov threatened to kidnap Dante and return him in parts to us," he breaks out. For the second time, I witness Zane crying and all that because of the people he loves. This is the time to be strong, to stand for him and also for me, but I am so weak that I remain frozen to the spot. "Who is Richie Antonov?" I ask raking my brain to give me an answer, my search comes back blank.

more particularly around Dalton. The stench of blood was strong on him... too strong. It was strong enough to make the zombie smirk in triumph as though he'd found his afternoon snack. Well, he did in fact found his afternoon snack. Why the heck would Dalton just come down here in his bloodied shirt? 'Maybe he wanted to be devoured by this thing!' Sierra chimed. 'Now is not the time, Sierra! I've got a zombie to handle.' I deadpanned. 'Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!' My wolf ordained.

Augustus and Sharmaine's job was to fight with people of the same rank. “That girl is Selina, she's a vampire super soldier. Zelda, can you fight her?” Sharmaine looked Zelda. Zelda nodded, the girl with the beauty of an angel but the power to scare vampires: "I will fight." Zelda knows her duty, she must fight for her family, her father and mother must confront forces more powerful than the vampire super-soldier. Zelda jumped into the air, she blocked Selina's attack path. Smiling Selina, a vampire super-soldier who is Sharmaine's daughter.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

“So, you’re saying that Drake is a virgin?” Lilac laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe.” Millie arched her brow. “You’re not sure?” Emily remained silent and was sitting on her soft, comfy bed. “Well…” Lilac scratched her forehead and smiled, “…I’m not sure, though. The past few months since the attack, Dillon is always here to lead when Drake was in the Metropolis—” “Geez, Lilac. You’re making things complicated. It’s so hard to understand,” Millie asserted.

He was wearing a gray Chinese jacket and had an extremely powerful aura! The man walked toward his bedside and said slowly, “Mister Darryl, you instantly became famous during the Lion Slaughtering Conference, truly an admirable sight to behold. I’m Zoran Carter, glad to make your acquaintance.” Zoran Carter! Darryl took a deep breath upon hearing that name and could not help but asked, “Carter? Could you be from Mid City’s Carter family?” “Indeed, Zoran is the Carter family’s patriarch,” replied someone from the side.

I inhale the decadent scent of the chocolate ganache filling, they look good, and I hope they taste as good too. Ugh, I hope Zac likes it. Killing the heat on the range, I turn to grab the plates. I gasp, as a pair of glowing sapphire eyes are silently studying me. Zac is leaning against the door frame, with his large forearms crossed across his bare, hard chest. Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I can’t help but let my eyes wander down to the only article of clothing he’s wearing- grey sweatpants. My stomach knots at the sight. The sweats hang low on his hips and his not-so-little friend is making his presence well known.

ZARA My fingers trembled nervously as I found a place to sit at the end of the table. Ryan had mentioned that Uncle Xavier owned a pharmaceutical company, but he never told me which one. My ultimate goal was to stay as far away from him as possible, but the universe seemed to have a twisted sense of humor. “Ms. Zara, what do you think?” Uncle Xavier’s sultry voice echoed through the room, and I almost jumped out of my skin. Damn.

rules the streets with iron pipes and salvaged tech. Dante sits in a small, lead-lined shack in the Scrapper-Slums. He is "Dormant," his strength gone, his eyes tired. He holds Zora-Aethel, who is now walking, her steps heavy and deliberate. She walks to the window and looks up at the Central Spire, where the statue of her mother still stands against the skyline. Suddenly, the child’s hand begins to glow. Not platinum. Not obsidian. A vibrant, living Emerald.