Ninjago Echo Zane Novels & Stories

“I want to know every bloody thing about them. Especially about their Alpha- Zompano and the brothel owner- Zev. “You must have your reasons, Aira. I trust you,” Zane sighed. “Fine ! I will get back to you with everything tomorrow morning,” he agreed and started to part ways with me to leave for his football practice. However, we all stopped in our tracks when the speakers of the Academy blared out:

Grendel snorted again, ashen faced. Lapon simply laughed in turn. "Really? In that case, don't say I didn't warn you that your fief will soon be annexed, right under your watch." "What?!" Murin, Grendel, and Luna paled in indignation. Then, glaring at Lapon, Grendel demanded icily, "Explain yourself!" "Hehe…" The youth chuckled just then. "I am Zoran Zangief, son of Tobek Zangief—chief of the Danifo Alliance!"

The silence shattered with a scream—Zane’s. I turned to see him fall to his knees, clutching his chest. His face twisted in agony as his body convulsed. I ran toward him, but something unseen threw me back, slamming me into the ground. “What’s happening to him?” I shouted, forcing myself to stand. Gideon’s voice broke through the chaos, panicked but resolute. “It’s the power you released. It’s latching onto him!” Zane collapsed, his breathing ragged, and his eyes snapped open. They glowed unnaturally, like embers burning too bright. He growled—a deep, guttural sound that wasn’t his.

“Don’t go.” He swallowed. “I have to.” “Please don’t go.” He looked at her. Gods. The pain on his face. Slowly, he reached up and touched her cheek, just once, with his fingertips. His hand shook. Then he stepped back. “Zane,” he called. A shadow moved in the hall. Zane was young, but big — broad-shouldered, dark-haired, scar over the eyebrow from training with Ironclaw and not ducking fast enough. Loyal to the point of violence. A guard Collin trusted.

Now***—***fight. Pain erupts. Shadows explode from your chest, shredding the ropes. You collapse, gasping, as the cellar door bursts open. Zane stares, his smirk dissolving. “What the hell—” You lunge. The dagger’s power propels you, a marionette on its strings. Your hand closes around his throat, slamming him into the wall. “Where are they?” you snarl, your voice layered with the Goddess’s echo. He chokes, clawing at your grip. “Gone… crushed…”

His eyes caught Tiana’s gaze and he turned a little pale, as if he realized she had read his thoughts. Zane immediately approached them, and he bowed in apology. "your Majesty it's definitely not because I don't want to protect you anymore. I also don't want to leave you behind but… but…." Zane stammered as he tried to say what was in his mind as nicely as possible. He had forgotten he was a phoenix witch. He may have trained with the werewolves but still he was a witch. But he will soon realize that he would have just agreed to Miguel’s idea.

Zane stayed in New Haven because it was his pack but moved to a different residence on the opposite side of the pack. Elena offered Tehila an isolated cottage on a neutral land that was between the territories where she could recover without constant reminders of everything she had lost. Echo's funeral happened the next day under a willow tree at the edge of New Haven territory. The ceremony was brief with only a handful of pack members attending. Most people had not even known Echo existed and those who did were unsure how to mourn a cloned child. Tehila gave an eulogy that was somehow worse than if she had said nothing at all.

Zane sighed, and then he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Let me introduce you to my other brothers,” Zane said, and I took a deep breath. Those men were strangers to me, and I got anxious around strangers. “Maddox, this is Roger, Angie´s mate, and a nightcrawler, disguised as human for the time being,” Zane said, and Roger slapped his head playfully. Roger was older than all of us, even Dominic. “Aren't you old enough to be training with the newbies?” I asked, and the dragon and Zane laughed.

So he moves back and moves down to sink his canines into Jameson's thigh. Jameson screams and grips onto Joshua when she feels Zane's canines pierce his skin. "Fuck Zane.... What the hell was that for?" "To distract you so you won't cum too soon." Zane said then licked the wound to seal it closed.

Like a slap to the face, it hit him again, and he yelled, his veins popping on his neck, "I don't even know his fucking name! Damnit! Who the hell are you?" Slowly the car Zane was in drove by, and from the window, Zane watched Vel's eyes follow the vehicle, and then he smiled bitterly, closing his eyes, and thinking how much better it was leaving this situation as an ordinary man instead of making a monster of himself. It wasn't too long before they drove past Yoko's SUV, and when he spotted Zane, a smile spread across his face. "Boss! You freaking genius!! You are one lucky bastard!" Yoko shouted, starting the car engine in a hast.