Ninjago Zane Cole Novels & Stories

It landed like he had a right to put it there. Because eleven days ago, I had let him think he did. "She okay?" he asked. Still not to me. To Lucian. "I am standing right here," I said. "Then stand somewhere safer," Gavin said. "Touching." Zane Cole appeared from the other side, shoulder leaning against the concrete pillar like he had been there the whole time waiting for his cue. That grin was already in place, the one that made him look like he found everything on earth faintly hilarious. "All three of us in one place. This is new."

Cole groaned as he walked, his hand rested under his rib and Adam helped him. I led them to Sora and then went through the back passage while the fighting outside got louder. The explosions hit again and Cole carried a twin from Sora. The babies ears were covered with a thick layer of clothing and then the explosions stopped. I heard a wicked loud growl and Sora halted, turned his head. “It's Zane. He's here.” Adam started to pull him. “Then let’s move! He'll handle them but we can't risk the kids' lives.”

Zane Asher Domínguez. That fucking bastard. I should kill him. I really should. And then, sendhis head to his father’s billionaire estate as a warning and start a war that had been long overdue. How dare he get so close to my woman? The nerves! Didn’t he know who I was? I was Zane Mendoza! The most ruthless, unforgiving, mafia boss in the entire city. No one dared mess with something that was mine…

“You think I haven’t tried?” His expression softened. “Then stop trying to handle it alone. Ray doesn’t trust easily, but he’s not your enemy.” My chest tightened. “He doesn’t even look at me anymore.” Cole studied me for a moment, then said quietly, “He’s trying to protect you. In his way.” I looked away, blinking back the sting in my eyes. “If that’s true, he’s doing a terrible job.” He sighed. “You don’t understand what Zane’s capable of. He’s not just manipulating you — he’s building something. He’s using the company as cover for something bigger.”

Her reflexes are unmatched. Zane looks shocked but not as shocked as he does when I snap his neck. His pale blue eyes hold only hate and then emptiness. I would have wanted him to live. He is my baby cousin, only 20, unmated. I didn’t want to, but he left me no choice.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

His eyes were a flat, unfeeling violet—the color of a system-error. Beside him, Jax and Cole moved with a mechanical, horrifying synchronization. Their "Sync-Bond," once a beautiful dance of twin-logic, had been weaponized. They didn't look at Zane; they looked through him, their movements dictated by the "GameBoy" device in the hand of the man in the trench coat. "Kael... Jax... Cole..." Zane’s voice was a whisper that shook the slide and the swings. "It’s me. It’s the Wall."

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Jonas had been tightly bound, his face ashen, and he trembled in anger. He shouted at Zane, "I'm warning you! I am the Dokko family's young master. Let go of her! She is my cousin! If she has even the slightest injury today, I won't ever spare you." 'Dokko family?'

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

Was he about to launch another one of his "pranks" Instead, a small, familiar figure emerged, her bright eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and defiance. It was Zye. Almost 13, she was a wisp of a girl with a fierce spirit that often surprised me. She was Zane’s opposite in every way, a quiet ally in a house full of silent enemies "Cole!" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the chirping of crickets. She clutched a small, brightly colored butterfly net in her hand.