Ninjago Zane Cole Novels & Stories

A scene from a fairytale. “What do you want, Joana?” She plucked a leaf, rolled it between her fingers. “To be underestimated.” He laughed softly. “That’s not something you ask for.” “It is if it’s the weapon.” She turned her head slightly. Just enough for him to see the ghost of something dangerous in her eyes. Zane’s training began the next morning. The instructor was a man named Luka. He was stoic, brutal, and surgical in every move. By the end of the first hour, Zane’s palms were raw and his arms burned.

I ask him while grabbing his neck tightly and picking him up. “Alpha, you need to calm down,” Trevor said trying to remove my hand from his neck. “You have to calm down, Cole otherwise you will kill him and we were not able to get the information we need from him,” Zane said trying to pull me away from him which drew my attention and I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm myself.

Moving with a precision that made it look effortless even though I knew it wasn't, and he pulled his stick back to take the shot— And that's when I saw Cole abandon his position in the middle of the ice. Skating straight toward Zane with an intensity that had nothing to do with strategy and everything to do with rage.

Thank you. Zairo Lee