Sylus X Zayne Novels & Stories

The laughter stopped and the temperature in the dungeon dropped so fast I could see my own breath. Then Zayn’s gaze narrowed into lethal slits. "Afraid of you?" Zayn whispered. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, tossing it aside to reveal a chest covered in battle scars. "It’s a good thing you heal so fast, Ezekiel. It means I can inflict as much pain as I want. I can tear you apart for hours until you beg me for mercy." "No, Zayn, please! Stop this!" I cried out, reaching for his arm.

I let out and Zane doesn't force me. Handing me a glass of milk, I sip everything before handing him back the glass. He sends everything outside and walks back to me. Zane is in a clean grey shirt and black silk trousers. His tailored waist makes me feel good in my woman parts. A day shrub hangs against his chin and his hooded eyes. I can't help but bite my lips at that. “Are you done eye-fucking me?” Zane asks as he walks to the decanter and pours himself a double scotch.

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

I straightened my blazer, lifted my chin, and practically skipped past Gabriel toward my desk, heart racing for an entirely new reason now. ⸻ Back at my desk, I collapsed into my chair and let out the longest, most dramatic sigh known to mankind. Zayne Vale was trouble. Capital T, neon-sign, air-raid-siren trouble wrapped in a six-foot-four package of pure, unfiltered masculine heat. Funny, protective, confident, and that voice—God, that voice could melt steel, start wars, probably make hardened criminals confess to crimes they didn’t commit. It wasn’t the same wildfire that Gabriel set off in me, not even close. Gabriel was a raging inferno I couldn’t control, couldn’t escape, couldn’t stop

But he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at our table. At me. Or maybe at Zayne? Did he know him too? His unreadable expression didn’t change. He just kept watching until the girl touched his arm—then he finally looked away. Zayne gave me a parting smile. “Name’s Zayne. Hope I see you around.” His smile was charming. And then he was gone. I exhaled. “He’s…intimidating.” Carol smirked. “He’s worse than intimidating.Trust me, you don’t wanna know the kind of stuff Zayne is involved in. I heard he and Jeremy used to race together. Then something happened. Now, they’re practically enemies.”

Zayn released his aura for real this time specifically at him and it was something he could never resist. Silas dropped to his knees and growled loudly in pain as Zayn stared him in the eyes. "Silas, who is your king?" He groaned, trying to fight the effect of the aura but he ended up falling face flat to the ground. "Who is your king?!" Zayn yelled this time and he stammered in agony. "It's--It's you, Zayn Hendrixson. You are my king and I will forever worship you as a faithful servant"

Alpha Zayne Steele Zayne stood menacingly tall and proud, facing the Doctor at his side of the table, and BAM! He slammed his hand on it. Leans over, dominating the space, and growls viciously above him. Zayne's aura was stifling even for the human Doctor. Not all Alphas have that effect on a human, but Zayne was one of them that does. It was a powerful aura that the Doctor was not used to. Actually, he had never felt such an aura before. He was intrigued despite his current situation.

"So obedient. Standing there, taking everything I give you." "Well," Luna preened from the other side of the wood, "someone has to keep you in line. Silas wants you at the front table for the toast. Are you coming out?" "In a second," Zane said, his chest heaving against mine. He leaned all the way in, his lips pressing tight against the shell of my ear, his hand turning vicious. "Come for me, sweet girl," he growled into my ear, a rough, silent vibration that only I could hear. "Come for your son."

A few seconds later, they were in pursuit, but even the police didn’t have the same power their souped up engine had, and soon enough the red and blue lights faded into the distance. “Ha! Ha!” Elliott laughed, slamming his hand on the roof of the SUV before he rolled the window up and turned back around. “That was some driving!” Jo realized she was practically sitting on her brother’s lap which disgusted her, so she flopped over the seat to the back, glad to see it was Brandon in the way-back and not Cassidy. “Who the hell are you anyway?” Elliott asked Zane, and Jo hid her snicker. “Zane O’Braonian,” he said offering one hand while he drove with the other.

Please shhhhh shhhh. Sara : who are you? What are you doing in my cupboard? Zayn : ahhh that's Ill tell you everything . Please be silent. Okay? Sara : who are you ? ( Panicking) Zayn : I'm Zayn. Sara : what you doing here? Zayn Zayn : I don't know too...what I know is whenever I fall in sleep , I visiting your room in my dream. Sara : what? Zayn : I know you don't believe but this is true.