League Legends Zed Novels & Stories

Ashley, Sean, and Justin used their skills to kill more of them. Ashley throw her skills on Zed and Zac supported by Trundle skills, Sean followed it by using his combo on both champions. Both players has lost half of their life because of that so they tried to go back to the fountain to be able to defend and recover yet the BLKQ team did not give them the chance to be able to defend, trundle used his third skill and slowed the three remaining opponents of the enemy team, they still tried to fight and kill Vayne but they can't catch him because of his ultimate, every tumble (first skill) he makes him invisible so he is well-positioned to kill his opponents

"You don’t have to pretend to like me. I’m used to it already." "Pretend?" Thalia tugs on her shoulders, partially hugging her. "Dear, I’m not plastic." "She’s right. She’s a total blunt," her mate commented in a serious tone, earning him a glare. She looked at Zed’s features curiously. He was as stalwart as the beta, considering he’s the gamma. His brown hair was cut short, and a long scar was visible from his right ear down to his neck. He also has a look that can make a girl swoon. His brown eyes stared at his mate lovingly.

Heros Green The atmosphere inside the car is heavy as we drive back home, the tension between us palpable. We recently gained an unexpected ally — one of Arthur’s contacts who, after a very “persuasive” meeting with Zedekiah, agreed to help us. It wasn’t friendly words that convinced him. Zedekiah took a rather… direct approach. Removing one or two of his toes wasn’t exactly the gentlest method, but sometimes brutality is the only way to guarantee loyalty in our dark world.

Lena's POV For a long time, I had been thinking I was weak-willed, with no drive to survive or live on to the next sunrise, but my two instances with death convinced me otherwise. I thought after the masked rogue left me for death, I would slowly wheeze myself to the light, maybe watch myself float up, or feel my body rot. I managed to stand on my feet, my bones crackling and my legs shaking. My guts felt like they were being crushed by my body mass, and my legs, specifically my thighs, felt like they had been drilled through with a razor-sharp rock.

“The pack can’t handle a war with you being like this, Alpha.” “No. You don’t understand. You don’t understand the grave nature of this matter. I’ve gone too far, Zeedar. I can’t go back now.” Ziason releases his brother, then quickly tugs off his black fitted t-shirt and turns around so that the ambassador will see his back. “Do you see this, brother? This is an imprint of my determination. This is why I have to fight. This is why I have to win the war. Do you understand that, brother?” Zeedar gasps. His eyes flicker as shaky fingers reach for Ziason’s back, his index trailing along the edges of the tats.

Perfect! He wanted them terrified and broken. Then, He would tear them apart. “Leo, leave them to me,” Zenith growled, his voice laced with arrogance. "Fall back," He commanded through the mind link, and all his wolves obeyed instantly. Leonardo gave a nod, as he signaled for the others to stand down. He knew their Alpha had finally shown his interest in joining. Zenith with a savage leap, slammed the nearest vampire into the tree hard before he grabbed another. They were quick, but not quick enough as Zenith’s reflexes whose moves were more swift and faster than them.

Irritated, the girl said, “Didn’t I just say that? Why do you need me to repeat it?” Hesitating for a while, James asked again, “What benefits can you bring me?” “You’re heartless.” Angrily, Lesia snorted and said, “Without me, can you go up against that trash in the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation?” Upon hearing Lesia’s words, James was speechless. She was right. Without the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell, James could not go up against Zared. Nonetheless, Lesia called Zared a piece of trash in the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation. Was she not thinking too highly of herself?

But a few years ago, Adrian secretly arranged for him to be sent to South Navia upon seeing how much he despised evil. Thus began Zack's real dream. He now aimed to become the next legate, the same as Jerome, Juno, Sage, and the others. He wanted to achieve something in life, akin to what War Legate Draco had achieved. "Good luck, Zack! I'll be waiting for you right here!” Zack's mother called out to him, a young-looking and beautiful woman for her age.

the attorney began solemnly, “is the key to the Callahan legacy. With it, you now hold access to everything your father left behind—his treasures, his wisdom, and the secrets only he trusted his heir to uncover. Congratulations, Elena Callahan.” The weight of the moment hit Elena like a wave. Her fingers trembled as she accepted the key, its cool metal resting against her palm. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the tiny object that symbolized years of struggle, heartbreak, and determination. She clutched it tightly, feeling an overwhelming connection to the father she had barely known. Her voice wavered as she spoke. “Thank you. I…I’ll honor his legacy. I promise.” The room erupted i

“Not at all. Just … impressed.” He turns on his heel, walking away without another word. I don’t chase him. Not yet. There’s a bigger game at play here, and Zane’s not the only player. I turn back to the pit, where Legion is making his way toward me. He’s bruised and bleeding, but his expression is stone cold. “We need to head back,” he says, his voice low. “Agreed,” I mutter, my eyes flicking toward the exit Zane disappeared through. “Zane knew you’d be here tonight. Apparently Legacy set it up.”