Lan Zhan The Untamed Novels & Stories

In her eyes gleamed a fearless fire, promising an existence fueled by unstoppable passion and unbridled emotion. Liza was ready. No longer bound by the weight of conformity, she stood tall, exuding an electrifying energy that could not be denied. Her voice, once timid and tepid, now reverberated with a resounding strength, echoing her unwavering resolve to embrace every part of who she truly was. In this moment, Liza embraced the extraordinary. She rebelled against the ordinary and embraced the extraordinary. With every breath, she dared to be fierce, fierce in her authenticity, fierce in her passion, and fierce in her pursuit of a life untamed.

"Set us free, will you?" "Are you having second thoughts about freeing us Zane?",asked Laurel "No no that's not the matter", whispered Zane "Then God damn it, free us!", shouted Scarlett Zane nodded and said,"Okay but you need to close your eyes first" "Why?" "Because... ummm... because if I show my powers...it could blind you", said Zane, obviously lying "Are you trying to say you are so magnificent?",asked Laurel "No...I kind of radiate some light",lied Zane

and goes back to the entrance of the dragon kingdom where Katrine and Owen were helping some people to hide. When Lame got to the front of Zudan house, she used her leg to forcefully open the door she saw everywhere messed up then she begins to search the house looking for the book, Lame felt uneasy and she cast her spells again all the things inside Zudan house raised in the air and she was using her eyes to trace those things.

LAMIA It was already the end of the week, and despite how stressful it had been and all the meetings and planning, time flew by. I glanced in the mirror as I threw on a pair of denim shorts and a purple V-neck tee, pulling my hair into a ponytail, my fingers trailed over Zane’s mark. I smiled; it was the image of the tribal black wolf, his personal signature displayed beautifully on my neck. I couldn’t be more proud to wear it.

“Samantha Lykos. I’ll mate her, and every pack will kneel.” Rhea’s eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. “A fine prize,” she purred, sheathing her dagger. “But she won’t come willingly. She’s a fighter, that one. We’ll need to break her.” Zane nodded, his gaze distant as he imagined Samantha at his side, her power his to command. “She’ll bend,” he said, his voice cold as the stone around them. “Or she’ll break. Either way, she’s mine.” He turned back to Finn, who was trembling now, his defiance shattered. “You’ve been very helpful,” Zane said, his tone deceptively soft. “But I can’t let you run back to your pack, can I?”

“You two clearly have a strong bond.” “Neither have I,” Greg chimes in through the link, beaming as he dusts himself off. “Well done, both of you.” Now that Greg is standing, I take in Zanthe properly for the first time. She’s massive, easily on track to be as large as Ladon once she’s fully grown. Her long legs still carry the gangly look of a juvenile, but that’s to be expected. Her coat, though—that’s what takes my breath away. She’s pure white, like freshly fallen snow, but there’s a subtle shimmer to her fur in the sunlight. I can only imagine how stunning she’ll look in moonlight. Her deep sapphire-blue eyes stand out starkly against her pristine coat, creating a striking contrast.

He wore only a pair of rough-spun trousers, and the power in his corded arms and broad chest was not merely that of a warrior, but of something primal and untamed. “Little hunter,” his voice was a deep rumble, like stones grinding together deep in the earth. “You are far from your hearth.” She tightened her grip on her axe, though it suddenly felt like a child’s toy. “I came for the beast.” A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips, revealing the faint hint of elongated canines. “And you have found him. My name is Zander. This is my domain. You trespass.” “You’ve been killing,” she accused, holding her ground though every instinct screamed at her to run.

83 'Umm I would be the last person to refuse the sight but Zander, don't you think you must not enter now. She must be... Naked!' His shadow painted the tiled floor black, growing wide and big at his side as the dim light luminating over his head covered his fair skin into a shade of primrose. Soft and warm. Tickling and soothing. The blanket of light cast a shadow of his lashes on his cheekbones as Zane thought of his wolf's words.

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Sienna perched on the edge of her bed with an unsettling look on her face. She seemed to have a lot on her mind at that moment as her eyes looked very distant from immediate reality, like she was staring into space. The sound of the door opening jolted her out of her reverie. She quickly focused on her long-awaited visitor and waited till the door was snapped shut before whispering, "Have you done it?" Zeta nodded, standing only a few feet away from her mistress, "Yes, I burnt it and spread the ashes in the wind. No one saw."