Sylus X Zayne Novels & Stories

Watching as the panicked Xavia then rushed out, Zayne couldn’t help but smile before saying, “I get why you treat her so differently now. From what I’ve seen, she’s much more interesting and adorable compared to other girls. She’s pretty fun to tease too.” Tossing a pillow at Zayne’s head in response, Zivon then replied, “She’s no toy, so I don’t know what you’re talking about. Regardless, go dissect a corpse if you’re this free.” A corpse?! He’d never touch another, even if the alternative was getting beaten to death! With that, Zayne rapidly shook his head before declaring, “W-well I’m off to do my rounds! See you later…!” Moving back to Xavia, she was currently washing her face with cold

his wolf Xander said in a playful tone but Kayden showed no interest in speaking to him. " Look on the bright side at least you now have some time to get more bitches and blow their backs out huhhh," Zayne nudged him playfully with his elbow but received no reaction. Zayne underwood was his beta and Zaide Paraskevas was his delta, two of his child hood best friends, practically his brothers. They tried so many times to warn him against Silvia but Kayden as too blinded by his love for her. "Ahhh there it is Le Sinsation, haven't been here in a while. Trust me Kayden this place is Hell on Earth."

The argument with Yuri only made it worse. “Yuri is with Elena in my pack,” Silas clarified before Mac could press for more details. “Did you find any clue about our enemies?” Silas asked next. Mac exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Word is out—a Dragon shifter named Xac killed the Vampire King, Zoro.” He let that sink in before adding, “Xac is the enemy’s son. His father is dead, but if you ask me, the son is just as dangerous. Maybe more.”

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

"By the way, I'm at the main gate waiting for the door to open." Before I could finish talking, the gate opened and I slipped through it. I stood there for a while, watching the huge compound. The Blacks are one of the richest people in New York so it wasn't a surprise to see the kind of house they live in. I knew every corner of the building, I knew Mr. and Mrs. Black's room, I knew Stephanie's room but not Zayn's. He was the only one who I didn't know about his room. Zayn was notorious. At 18 he was already involved in keeping a bad gang around him, he smokes, and he fucked any girl he wants without even thinking about STDs. I mean, what if he contracted a dangerous disease during his rend

"Do they know each other? But how?” My hands turned ice-cold, the blood seemingly draining from my limbs as I gripped the frame. I brought it closer to my face, my eyes scanning every detail, desperate to be proven wrong. But there was no mistaking those features, even with the softened jawline of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old; the boy grinning beside a young Damon was undeniably Zayne. "What are you looking at, Reina?"

“Let me guess, you pissed Dad off and he sent you here, on an errand meant for foot soldiers.” “Enough of that.” Zayne replied smoothly, his azure eyes darkening into a shade of navy. He knew what he was looking for, and I could almost feel his eyes hone into the smooth skin on my neck. “You are unmarked, and have not been sworn into your pack as Luna.”

Syrus had heard about Zayn’s reputation and knew that he was an absolutely skilled professional that he could not afford to offend. He hated that fact, but he could only suppress his anger. He did not have the courage to seek trouble with Luke anymore in case his action accidentally offended the terrifying Zayn. Then, he would be doomed. Unfortunately for him, it did not take long before he heard some shocking news! The all-powerful Zayn had actually died!

And maybe even their future. The room was quiet save for the soft rustle of sheets and the gentle hum of night outside the window. Zane stood shirtless by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand, eyes distant as city lights danced across his hardened expression. Behind him, Sibyl watched from the bed, her bare legs tucked under her, satin sheets pooling around her waist. "Zane.." she called softly, voice low, careful. He didn’t respond at first. Just tilted the glass to his lips, finishing the last of it before placing it down.

As the night goes deeper everybody in the hall was filled with fun and was enjoying the whole set-up. Zai's eyes roamed around the hall searching for someone. At the corner, he saw Yillan smiling and talking happily with the other students, who seemed like her classmates. Then a guy approached her gave her a drink and shook hands with her like they were introducing themselves to each other. Seeing that, Zai’s cold aura can suddenly be felt inside the hall, he wants to break that hand. She dares to touch her, “you are now marked!” he thought to himself.