Rachel Zane Novels & Stories

She only knew there was blood on her hands, and war on the horizon. And she was going to walk into it with him. Her burner buzzed. A video. She opened it, and nearly dropped the phone. Zane’s face filled the screen. He was standing beside a new girl, young, shaking, eyes wide. “This one’s special,” he said, smiling like the devil. “She knows your name, Raven.” The screen went black.

She looked at Rachel with clear, resolute eyes and said, "You're right, miss. I am not a Quinn, and I have no right to sit here." Rachel was a capable woman in business. She owns several beauty parlors and hotels. She was a very influential figure in the business world. But for some reason, she felt a chill when Lana looked at her. The chill came from her soles and spread to her entire body. It was like a predator was eyeing her. Rachel was intimidated. Lana paused momentarily and said, "Technically speaking, you aren't a Quinn too, miss. But you're seated here as well, aren't you?"

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

she stammered, her tone wavering. Rachel stepped forward, her expression softening with something that looked like guilt. “Her heart… it’s that bad?” she asked, her voice almost pleading. “I thought she was pretending so we wouldn’t pester her.” She whispered the rest to herself. But Zane’s face remained, cold as stone. “What you thought is the least of my fucking concerns, and how her heart is, is none of your fucking business. Honestly,” he snapped. pacing back and forth as he tried to calm his anger, “ I'd want to ruin your lives so bad prison would feel like heaven, but for Nat, I’ll give you one warning: pack up and vanish. You have three hours. After that, if I find you anywhere near h

The force of it pushes him back until he's now just a couple centimeters from us, staring at the source of the attack… and the source of my discomfort all this time. “My, my, you do have a sharp nose after all.” That slimy, almost poisonous voice I haven't remembered to forget. Her figure becomes clearer as she walks forward, eyes poised, demeanor calmer than ever. Zane and Sage immediately tighten, on the defensive the moment they recognise the threat. Rachel! Rachel Black, Callum's mate. “Isn't this an awful surprise…” she smiles. A couple of her minions flank her. Six, maybe seven. I can't even tell if they're more. The giant in front of them’s blocking a reasonable portion.

It meant more than words could express. “Fine! Rachel!” Zander called out to one of the most skilled female warrior trainers. Rachel stepped forward promptly. “Yes, Alpha!” she responded, bowing slightly in respect. She was a brunette with a well-built, toned physique. Her six-pack abs were prominently visible under her cropped tank top, and her leggings accentuated her strong, sculpted legs. “You take the lead and train the females for today. I will personally oversee the training and provide my input,” Zander commanded with authority.

“She will be crowned on the next full moon.” No one spoke. No one dared. I turned away from the council. From Valkyra’s screams. From Katherine’s shaking rage. And walked toward Naya. She sat beside Nikolas. Frozen. Pale. Stunned. Her eyes were wide. Her body rigid. For one brief second, something twisted in my chest. It felt like guilt Even regret. “Focus Zane.. you can’t afford to let emotions into your carefully planned life..” I beat myself up. I held out my hand to her.

Zane's lips curled into a cold sneer. He murmured, "Rachel… What the hell is she up to, buying Princeton Hospital?" "What should we do now, Mr. Farrell?" the man asked cautiously. Zane scowled, his voice icy. "If the hospital is gone, then so be it. I'll just build another facility. But there's someone still inside Princeton—someone I need." His gaze darkened. "Tell Rachel tomorrow to hand over Waverly to me." Zane's hand shot out, shoving a woman's head under the water as he growled.

She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax. “Because, of all my lives, this is the only one where I came to meet Aunt Margarette and Finrod!” As Ellaine swallowed the Hristoax, her whole body glowed. She felt new energy flow in her veins empowering her. Her perplexed mind became instantly cleared and her senses were improved. “No!” Ánië tossed Finrod away. “You thief!” She attacked Ellaine who released a beam of light, hurling her couple of feet away. Ellaine stared at her hands, taken aback. She is a witch. From the human pillar? But she already met Alderon, the human wizard.

Zoe says sweetly, that was her best fake expression, I knew it because she used it a lot. Zoe has never liked Quinn, but Quinn doesn't recognize her since it's been so long since they've seen each other. No one liked Quinn, she was just....Quinn, I'm sure she's only recognized for her pretty face, she's not entirely ugly, whole lotta injections could do that. "Thank you so much, I have the best stylists" Quinn gloats, flipping her hair and smiling. Mira and I look at each and rolled our eyes, knowing for sure that Quinn was about to start ranting on and on about her exotic adventures, I surely had no intention to hear what she was about to say so I got up, taking the drive with me and follow