Ninjago Zane Cole Novels & Stories

But she didn't say anything in reply and just cried. "Alpha they are refusing to say anything"He mind-linked Zane "Torture them until they reveal what they're doing here." "Yes, sir" Cole replied through the mind-link moving forward and grabbing what seemed to be a vibrator. * * * Alpha Zane breathed out in frustration if not being present, then he turned around and saw his siblings approaching. "What the fuck are they doing here?" he wondered. "Why are you out here smiling evilly? What did instructions did you give to Cole?"Amelia asked.

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.

Zane dropped to his knees behind Elias. He didn't have the silver band anymore. He couldn't route the continental grid. But he was a Long Carrier. His function was to carry weight when the center was failing. Zane slammed both of his hands onto Elias’s shoulders. "Route it through me!" Zane roared over the sound of another cannon blast. "Pass the weight, Elias! Give me the heavy end of the timber!" Elias gasped, his head snapping back against Zane’s chest. The transfer was instantaneous. Zane’s jaw locked tight, the veins in his neck bulging as he took half the localized trauma of the bombarded fortress onto his own shoulders. He acted as a massive, human shock absorber for the young anchor.

Then I went upstairs. Zane was sitting on his bed in the good jumper, which was dark green and had a small embroidered bear on the chest that he had chosen himself from a market stall two years ago and considered extremely distinguished. He had also, I noticed, put on his good trainers. He was holding the lion certificate from the hospital with the focused attention of someone who had decided it was relevant to have on his person for this occasion and was working out the logistics of that. I stood in the doorway. "He's outside," I said.

Balancing his feet firmly on the ground, Zane slowly bent forward, ready to spring into action. As soon as the first attacker went into a downward swing aiming for his shoulder, Zane moved his elbow, catching the man in the abdomen while bending his leg and flipping over his shoulder. Then he grabbed the man's collar and twisted it, making him drop to the ground. Then immediately turned toward the next opponent, moving swiftly, and punched him squarely in the nose, shattering the cartilage in his nose.

And they are going to use that power to once again play with the mind of Zane. This time when Zane opened his eyes. He found himself in a cave and with a very beautiful girl, she is staring at him and smirking... "You are awake, human!!!" She smiled and came close to him. But he backed away. "Where am I? Who are you?" Zane asked and got up from the ground. "I am Cassandra. am one of the members of the twelve. And I am here to keep an eye on you..." She said. Zane gulped.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

They still had more to tell him, unfortunately, the angry banging of the door rendered them helpless. “So, what should I do with the idiot Jag?” Enzo asked, shifting his attention to Zane, who looked at him with arched brows. “He owns a nightclub… visit his house and fuck his wife and daughters while I'll visit his…club and fuck his niece, and make sure to burn everything he loves,“ Zane said sarcastically and left from there. He didn't leave but went down the long passageway to check on the weapons they had. The man who thought he was smart to cross Pedro was an ordinary man with a wife and a 21-year-old niece. He was shrewd enough to let his niece work at the club with filthy men all over,