Skye Zaizen Novels & Stories

And I did. “It's just... this position,” I sighed. “Becoming Luna Queen of Moonfall? It's so much bigger than anything I've handled before. I was Luna of Whitebrock, sure, but that was one small pack, one life. This? This is the entire Lycan nation. Everyone will talk—whisper, judge, question if I'm even worthy after everything with Zane, the divorce, being seen as... stained.”

Zane’s POV After noticing my deadly gaze on him, Beckham said something to the girl in his lap who stopped fucking him immediately as she threw a glance in my direction. When she met my eyes I could see that she didn’t recognise me at all and that’s how I knew it wasn’t my Amelia. I was sure she cannot be in a place like this. But then who is this woman? Amelia doesn’t even have a twin sister or anything? But this woman is an exact doppelganger of my Amelia.

I saw Eula approaching me. "Again, sir. I'm sorry on behalf of my friend. She's a newly recruited member of the suicide cup event and doesn't have a single idea of who we are. I'll just remove her-" my eyes widened and glared at Eula. "Don't. As I've said, she's my prey, and I won't let her escape.." he fixed his coat first before smirking at me. "Welcome to Suicide High, Miss Florence Mil. I hope you'll enjoy your stay here because I'll surely do." He said and left the room.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

Snuff that out. Hazel kicked sand into it. The mist is thick outside, as is the stench of the Grey Men. But there’s a way through. We must be ready. “We leave soon,” Helen told Stanley. With a little nod, Scar rose and undid her braid, shaking out her hair. Helen eyes bore into her and a little pink came into her cheeks, and curiosity tinged her scent. “What does that mean?” “It means we will care for you. Treat you as our own.” Hazel whispered

I hear Grayson call out behind me. I turn around -Holy fuck. Standing beside Grayson is this petite goddess. Waves of auburn hair cascade down onto her creamy skin. Big green eyes pop in contrast to her scattered freckles. I take her all in. Her defined arms and snatched little body are on display in a black shimmery bodycon dress that hits mid-thigh. I see a small scar cutting through her eyebrow, which intrigues me more. Shifter healing is fast enough that scarring does not occur unless the injury is really bad.

To terrorize her here too? "Sorry, I'm late, lovelies, I—" Skye's voice paused as he reached the table, a sly grin appearing on his face as he pulled the chair beside Lior and sat, staring at the girl's beside Mom. "Why, who are these angels?" "They are Nina's sisters, and—" "And they are glorious," Skye cut the Queen off, earning a glare from her though he didn't seem to notice as he rested his chin on his hands and said, "Tell me, do you believe in love at first sight?"

Sienna: The mist curled around my ankles like shackles as I charged through the chaos, my claws slicing another creature across the throat. It fell apart in a hiss of smoke. Everything seemed to crumble under its weight and it was as if the world itself was now calling for help, and yet no one came to aid it. Well, not yet. We were here and we were going to destroy her. That was the goal. Stop at nothing until she's gone. Tatiana. Marissa.

She heard Yijun's name said carefully and discreet the way you say a word you've been afraid to use. She had been whispered about before. The clan's disgraced daughter. The girl without a root. This was different. This was people being curious, not cruel. She could work with curious. What she hadn't prepared for was the woman in the corridor. — ✦ — She appeared around a corner on the second afternoon — maybe thirty years old, white inner-disciple robes, Nascent Soul stage which was honestly remarkable, carrying a stack of research scrolls with the contained efficiency of someone who had learned to take up exactly as much space as necessary and not one inch more.

Zephyra splashed into the water. Before thinking about all the water that had entered into her nose, she looked around for the woman. She saw a shadowy figure swimming away from Fantascia. The first thing she noticed was that the woman was swimming at great speed with her webbed feet. Everything was visible to her. Why was everything visible to her? Before she could squeeze more out of the second she was inside the water, Bailewick had tied a rope around her and pulled her out. The next second, she was riding Bailewick live a pair of water skies.