Ninjago Zane Cole Novels & Stories

Coco stated, her gaze shifting towards Zane. After a moment of surprise, Zane recognized Coco. "Coco?" "It's me, Mr. Zane. How are you doing?" Coco greeted him with a smile. "I'm good, I'm good," Zane smiled back at his former student. "You've been doing well. I've bought many of your comics. You've become quite a renowned comic artist." "It's all thanks to your encouragement and guidance, Mr. Zane. By the way, I overheard your conversation earlier. Are you facing some kind of trouble?" Coco inquired.

NICO A flicker of pain flashed over Zane’s face, and a sonorous howl as the pack lifted their voices to the sky in unison, brought chills to my bones. It was a howl of loss, of anger and a promise of revenge. Zane bent and picked up Anthony’s lifeless body, holding him close to his chest. “I’m taking him to our bedroom. We can’t leave him here outside.” His voice sounded calm as he went forward to the ruins of his home.

“I’ll do my best, momma.” I wrench the door open and step outside and almost trip over a massive wild boar, bigger than the one Jarek brought back for me on my first shift and a giant moose laid on the front porch. Looking around, I see many of the kids from school staring in awe. Zane stands with gym shirts around his waist and blood stains every inch of him. “Did you haul these back from the forest in your human skin?”

I try to appeal to Cole’s sympathy, making everything seem normal. “I’m sorry, Luna Katarina, but I only follow Alpha Zane’s orders,” Cole replies stiffly. “Okay. Thank you. I’ll go now.” I begin walking away slowly, my heart racing as I wait for Cyprian to make his move. Suddenly, I hear a heavy thud behind me. I turn just in time to see Cole collapse to the ground, unconscious. Cyprian knocked him out. *** “Katarina?” Zane calls my name, surprised as I meet him in the library. His brows knit together with concern. “Are you okay?”

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist. "You're embarrassing yourself," he said, low and sharp. "That video. Kissing Prescott at his own party like you were trying to prove some kind of point. Like he actually…" "Let go of her." The hallway went dead quiet. I turned my head. Zane was standing ten feet away, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking at Cole with an expression that could have frozen the entire building solid. He wasn't rushing. He wasn't raising his voice. He was just standing there, still and certain, like he had nowhere else he needed to be. And somehow that was ten times more effective than anything louder.

I said as I play with my gun and then stop beside him making him step aside to face me. “It is none of your business. Zam doesn’t deserve what is happening to her. I don’t care who you are working for but I will surely make sure to find her and keep her safe.” Cole said looking so angry, I am surprised and moved but I have to act like my character… as Zarenia Colley.

"Uhm...I realize you are in a hurry, one more question. What's your name?" "Janiya...Janiya Jones." When Janiya gives her name, their eyes lock for a split second; sparks fly, and a jolt of electricity crackles through the air. Zane looks like he’s about to say more. No, he needs to say more. "Miss Janiya, I’m Zane. Zane Win," he says, offering her his dimpled smile. Janiya bows her head slightly. "Nice to meet you, Zane. I’m sorry, but I really must run."

The tears didn't stop streaming from his eyes. “You're sorry, huh? You're sorry?” Cole asked, laughing. “Well, time to show how sorry you are,” he said and shoved him onto the sparring floor. The warriors and their sparring partners who had been practicing stopped instantly to see what was going on. Cole grabbed a dagger from one of them and placed it in Zeke's hands. He shoved one of the younger warriors into the field. “There. This one isn't even half as strong as Hagan. Show me what you're made of,” Cole yelled at Zeke, somewhat cheering him on, but his voice still seethed with rage.

Cole glared hard at him, and the boy shut his mouth as he finally stood up. The blonde haired boy smiled at me and stretched his hand. “I’m Nolan, and it’s so nice to finally meet you.” “Rosie,” I whispered. Cole doesn’t say anything, but instead he starts approaching me, and once he gets to where I was, he slowly pulls Nolan’s hand away from mine as he forces out a smile. “Zane, can you tell Nolan to back off? This one’s off limits.” “Oh, come on, bro,” he said as he laughed. “You guys have a nice time.”