Milo Manheim Zed Novels & Stories

' I can't believe I almost got killed by Zed Volterra ' Dove thought, she shivered with fear at the thought of her head being cut off. “ Who the hell are you? ” Zed asked making eye contact with Elex . “ And why did you stop me from killing that ice witch who froze my men?” he asked again but Elex ignored struggling to keep his stance. ' Elex, can't win against Zed, even though they are both mana swordsmen, they are not on the same level, there's a reason why they call him the sword master because he surpassed the Elite rank at the age of twenty, ' Amaria thought.

I’M NOT YOUR PET, Zeda texted back, her fingers flying across the screen. A reply came instantly, a winky-face emoji attached. WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT. Zeda gritted her teeth. WHO ARE YOU? PRINCE TORVIN, SAVE UP. AND IF I DON’T? YOU’LL END UP WISHING YOU DID. The threat made a shiver run down her spine. She saved his contact as "Manipulative Bastard." "Congrats, Zeda, you're the talk of the academy," Carrie said as Zeda walked into their room and flopped onto her bed.

The man would literally crush her arm in his large palm filled with muscle lines that ran along the back of his hand. "That's your business from now on, little girl, because it's not just Hunter who will see that video of us being so hot in your soft bed..." Ezra whispered dangerously in her ear, raising strange vibrations that instantly sent her courage flying with the wind. "I'll make sure someone named Jonas Turner pays the price for your rebellion, little girl." Milla's body froze. She no longer struggled when Ezra dragged her to the dining table. The man turned out to have dug all aspects of her life very deeply.

I responded faster than my head could think. “Watch your mouth girl,” the man yelled back at me. Zane chuckled, “Or what?” “You think you’re more powerful than everyone just because you got royal blood?” The man in front joined the convo. “I don’t know,” Zane replied with a sarcastic tone. “But what if I do? Would you be jealous that you have nothing to brag with?” “Wait!” Zed’s voice echoed from behind, his loud footsteps thudding against the ground. Looks like he brought a few men with him even.

Pointing his hands directly to my face he raisef his voice and addressed me, “I know you did it,Mira and I swear that…” “Swear that what?” I cut him short in a condescending tone ready to give him just the way he loves it, “What exactly do you have against me, Zed?” dragging my feet to stand right up to his face I blurted out. “I have nothing against you, Mira. But, I want you to know that my hands are clean in the evil act you've just committed.” Taking a few glances at him I responded to him in a subtle voice hitting the nail right on the head, “Are you sure you know what you are talking about, Zed? Are you sure your hands are truly clean or have you suddenly develop silent Amnesia just li

Of all people out there, despite his goodness to me, why did I ever doubt him? When I finally stopped crying, Zed held me at arm’s length. “Put everything behind and be happy with your new family. I know Mr. Mori loves you as much as I do.” I cried even louder and said, “You’re one in a million, Zed. I could never find someone like you. Not even Kim.” “Thank you. You’re also God’s best gift to me.” “What will you do now?” I asked, unable to keep myself from worrying about him.

Here, there was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the heavy, watchful silence of the six wolves Ronan had sent with us. Zed, the one in charge, was a mountain of a man with a face that looked like it had been carved from granite and then left out in a few too many storms. He spoke in grunts and single-word commands to his five warriors. He deferred to Kaelia on matters concerning Dorothy and me, but his eyes were constantly assessing, scanning the tree line, the road, the sky. He was professional, cold, and he made my skin crawl.

"Booth twelve." I strode across tangled wires and trash-covered soda cans, heels clicking on the filthy floor, hating every second. There, in the corner booth, sat a man — thin, motionless with fear. Tattoos crawled up his neck and onto his arms. His black eyes looked up to mine, unreadable, cold as winter. A cigarette dangled from his mouth, and the flickering light caught on a silver ring in his brow. Zed. "You Zed?" My voice shook hard not at all.

Ludiciel murmured. "Oh, Your Majesty, I’ve been trying to reach you for days," The man on the screen continued frantically. "but these creatures keep coming and beating me. I barely got the chance to contact you now! I’m so relieved you’re alive!” Zedekiel frowned, holding the mirror closer. “Wait… who are you?” The man gasped, pushing his horrid, bloodied face even closer to the mirror’s surface. “It’s me, Your Majesty! It’s Cordin!”

Me: So? Del: Duh. Get over here. I miss your cute butt. Del: Don't tell Zed I said that. I don't want to get my throat ripped out by a possessive werewolf asshole. Zed snorted, and I sent her a "shh" emoji before we got up and headed over.