Ninjago Echo Zane Novels & Stories

Who else would be watching a normal-looking boring girl if not a gingerhead? I turned around. Standing in the foyer just outside the window was Zane. He was wearing the same dark cloak he’d had on the night before at the club. The heavy breeze made his cloak flow around him, giving him this mysterious aura. I made a mental note to draw this image of him someday. My eyes traveled down to his arms which were full of black lines like tattoos. I could see the bone handle of a knife protruding from his side. He was looking right at me, the side of his narrow mouth quirked in amusement. He was mocking me. That’s the only reason I could think of. How long has he been standing there?

The tall and dashing man walked straight with his gaze focused on Yesran. Yesran felt the pheromone fill her nose. She widened her eyes. "You... the new kid?" "Zane," said Zane as he climbed the bed, crawling and cradling Yesran under him. "Call me Zane." Yesran speechless. She couldn't say anything, Zane's deep and heavy voice made Yesran lose the ability to reply. Instead of replying, raising her hand to keep the man away from her body, Yesran seemed unable.

“Welcome back, you reckless bastard.” Nero steps forward, his expression still tense, his gaze sharp as he assesses Zane, taking in the fresh marks on our necks, the signs of our bond. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—relief, maybe, or grudging acceptance. He reaches out, clapping a firm hand on Zane’s back, a gesture that speaks louder than any words he could offer. “Welcome home, Zane,” he says, his voice filled with a warmth I haven’t heard in a long time. “It’s good to see you in one piece… for the most part.”

The satisfying soreness between my legs reminds me of the great ending to our night. I know tomorrow will bring some things that might be hard to process. I’m ready for them, but right now, I want to bask in a great first mission we had. I have to admit Zane did not disappoint, and watching him in action was badass and slightly terrifying. The aura that comes from him is strong, but if there is even a sliver of truth to Ghost's statement, then Zane’s aura makes sense. I honestly don’t know the full details of Zane’s powers and abilities. I just know he’s slightly different from everyone else in his coven. All I know is that I’m glad I’m someone Zane loves because I would not want to be his e

Could everyone do anything bad on me freely just because I would never get any rescue? I was Echo Blake, a brilliant huntress, once on track to inherit the entire hunter family. I got no weakness, and I would let nothing be my weakness! Even if my family abandoned me and made me a lost dog, I would rely on my own strength to find the truth, and to state my innocence fairly! I would not give up though no one chose to be on my side! Yet, in this tough path, I did need someone help me a little bit. Nathan! He was the only person I could think of right now. If Leonardo was a symbol of coldness and power, then Nathan must be synonymous with kindness and friendliness.

The bags dropped from my hands. I turned and Zane was walking towards me, his fingernails had extended to claws and Lucien ran towards Buzz-cut and grabbed him. Zane walked past me, stalking towards Buzz-cut. I immediately ran to his front, stretching out my hands to block him. “Step aside, Jay,” he warned and boy his voice had a very very murderous tone in it. “Don't move, Jayden. He'll kill them,” Lucien shouted from the back. “Kill them?”

“His name is Zane Caldwell.” My father turned to him. “You report to me and keep her safe.” “Yes, sir,” Zane replied. Disappointment sank through my entire body. I stormed out of my father’s study, but I could hear Zane’s heavy footsteps following me all the way to my room. When he entered behind me, I turned to face him. My life was officially ruined. I had a plan to sabotage the arrangement, but now my father had placed a new obstacle in my way a six-foot-four ex-military bodyguard with razor-sharp eyes.

"Zane!" Zane let out a cheeky smile, pulling his jacket over to himself, his messy dark hair scattered all around his face, his dark shirt, and Nicole couldn't help but notice the inky dark tattoo that flew from across his chest down to his jawline. He was cool looking, and his hands grabbed hers immediately. "Let us leave." He winked towards her, dragging her outside the room. "Why?" Nicole felt dizzy, her whole brain left her in a turmoil. "We all have to train, before and after bed." He pulled her across the hall. "If we are late, we get punished."

"This is Elder Yacono from the Red Crimson Sect, and these are his three disciples." "I owe Elder Yacono a great debt for his support these past years. Without him, I'd be nowhere," Zane admitted with a hint of solemnity.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.