Dragon Ball Zeno Novels & Stories

Zeno explained, then gave his black card to the cashier. Annalise was just looking at Zeno and didn’t even bother to react because she was still processing what he just answered. She blinked her eyes many times, waiting for him to say that it was just a joke, but Zeno didn’t talk. Annalise cleared her throat to get his attention, which was effective. “Are you joking?” Zeno’s forehead wrinkled. He even raised his eyebrow, thinking why Annalise didn’t believe what he just replied to her a while ago. But instead of getting mad or asking her a question, he answered it with a soft voice. “No. We’ll be going there.”

Zeno asked with food still in his mouth. He chew slowly and waited for a word from them but nothing came, not even the lowest whisper. They just gaze at him and returned their old staring competition as if they were mind linking each other. "You haven't touched your food" Zeno tried again. He swallowed the chewed food, gulp wine to step down, and grinned "This is fantastic" he lifted his cup to sip from his wine again. "Which one of us do you want first?" Davidson asked. Zeno choked on his wine, his eyes widened as he forced himself to swallow so he could breathe. He dropped the cup and looked at one of his men in black and the door. With a slight bow, the man bowed and left with the rest me

Zane roared at him as he grabbed Richard by his collar. “Zane!” I exclaimed and tried to pull him away from killing the old man. I am sure one punch and the old man would be seeing the stars but before that happens I pulled Zane by his arm anxiously and he turned to look at me with disgust in his ocean blue eyes.

"Good job, sorellina. You, as always, never cease to amaze me. You've got some pretty big balls. You and your husband clearly have a death wish and I am all for it." Zeno declared, a wide grin on his lips as he turned towards the table where everyone else was settling in. My heart warmed at his words, knowing full well that that was my brother's way of saying he approved of Draken in his own way. I knew he was still wary of him but even his slight approval was welcomed. He was not one to trust so easily. Selene's hand found my own, squeezing it reassuringly as I turned to gaze at her surprisedly. "I've been wanting to do that for so long...You did good, sorellina. I was hoping we can have so

Personally, he would prefer skipping everything and getting to the last part. He watched the exchange with the same disinterest one might watch smoke curl from a dying candle. Only the faint flicker of his eyes betrayed his attentiveness, but his posture screamed that he’d seen this performance before, countless times. He knew how it would end. Nero tearing his prey apart, bit by bit, word by word. It was the dark haired don's favorite pastime. Connor fell back against the chair breathing heavily and thoroughly exhausted. He knew he was no match for Nero. This might very well be the last sight he'll ever see, but he would not stop fighting for Olivia.

Zenith said through gritted teeth before hanging up and returning to the meeting looking as composed as ever, as if his blood wasn't boiling in rage. The aide understood her instructions and returned to Gifts side, but was asked for some privacy by Trenor who had made it sound like Gift's words. So she had no choice but to pretend to leave then come back within earshot and hide so she could record everything they were saying. “Wait, don't tell me the fight was true.” “How did you know about it?” Trenor sounded surprised, “I honestly wasn't hoping to ruin my kind person image in front of you, but it is true that I had to get into a fight with Zenith at the hospital, it-”

The two dragons glided along for a few hours before Slate began to descend over a field in the territory of a kingdom closer to his own lair and far enough away from Beelzanborg that the soldiers who were clearly rallying to come after the Heart of Magic couldn’t reach them--yet. He touched down in a field of golden wheat, catching the sunbeams and sparkling like each stalk was made of a precious metal.

"I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-" Her sister interrupts. "I wish to do my own introduction," she tells her sister and then turns to me. "I'm Zora of the Purple Dragon Clan and we're eight." The girls are feminine versions of their brothers. The girls' hair is long and shiny. Even at their age they take care of themselves better than their uncle or un-uncle does. Now that introductions are over, Ashrac nods to the kitchen door.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.