Ninjago Zane Cole Novels & Stories

He should have known better than to mess with Zane Just as he was about to enter his car, Kaylan lets out a soft whimper and he turned back immediately. Zane and Adrian looked at her in anger while Kaylan began to shake as her breath was too fast. Alpha Cleo could hear her breathing and he walked towards her in alert. He bends down to her level and Zane chuckled out loud, before he could turn his head, Zane snapped his neck with full force that his head detached from the rest of his body

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.

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.”

With that, Cliff moved out of sight and down the hall, the door clicking softly behind him, leaving me alone. "It'll be fun besides if we wipe out you're a werewolf, and you have healing abilities," Visha stated before I could say anything in response, the garage door opened again, and Zane's body filled the doorway. He wore gray guess jeans and a black T-shirt that I was sure was some other expensive brand because, well, it was Zane. The shirt hugged his toned chest and muscular arms perfectly and left his tattooed arms and neck on perfect display. His onyx hair was tousled slightly, and he had decided against shaving today as I noticed the darker stubble on his face. I clenched my thighs t

"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."

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?

Zane. Zane was the artist. He was the most dangerous-looking of the five. He had dark, messy hair and tattoos that covered his thick arms like snakes. He didn't care about suits or science. He cared about feelings, colors, and the raw beauty of the body. His studio was at the very end of the hall, and it was the only room that was always locked. That evening, the door was open.

Hair tired into two ponytails, leggings tight enough to cling to her body like a second skin. “Eyes on me, Callaghan” Zane clasped the ball between his hands. “We have a score to settle, remember?” Him and his little one-sided beef. What more did I have to do prove I just didn't care about this anymore? “Not interested—” “Like hell you're not” he spat. Zane reached for the hem of his shirt, then raised it high and displayed the bandages wrapped around his lower abdomen. “I need something you have. So, why don't we make a bet?”