Sylus X Zayne Novels & Stories

SARA: The heavy oak door swings wide, and the sudden rush of air brings the scent of pine, rain, and raw male power into the quiet room. Zayne and Kyle stride in together, their faces pale with an overwhelming blend of shock and frantic concern. But the moment Zayne reaches the edge of the mattress, he drops to his knees. He grabs my trembling hands, his large, calloused fingers wrapping around mine with a gentle, grounding heat that tries to anchor my storm.

I pushed open the door and walked out. The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted. "Who does she think she is, walking out on Zayne like that?" someone loudly snickered. "Zip it!" Zayne snapped, glaring at the guy with a dark and stormy expression.

"What?" "I am standing before Isaiah Alcatraz., the young CEO of X-ZIG." she squealed, trying so hard to contain her joy. Zoey couldn't believe her ears. If he is Isaiah then he is the one being talked about by millions of people. The youngest billionaire and CEO of X-ZIG. Why would he of all people be standing in front of her door? "Brother, I got the documents." Eddie said, standing beside him. Isaiah pocketed his hand and faced him. "Let's go. I am impressed with the house. We will start the renovation immediately."

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

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.

“If I was… you’d already be in my car.” I choked. “Excuse me?” He smiled—slow, confident, unapologetically dangerous. “I said ‘if’.” I hate him already! I officially hate him! Who the hell says something like that? Who looks at a stranger, smirks, and makes you question your entire existence in a single sentence? Zayne. Apparently, that’s who. I slammed my empty glass down—not hard, just enough to remind myself I was still in control. Kind of.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

Chapter 22: The First Mark Silas Sydney raises her hand to quiet the pack again. "Now to our other announcement. As most of you have heard, I found my mate when I traveled to the Amaris Pack. Silas Youngblood is the third son of the Beta Youngblood family. The goddess has blessed our pack and me with a strong and capable Lumiere." The pack erupts in cheering. An Alpha couple insured stability for the pack, and heaven knows they wanted it.

“I said no. If you want to get to her, you’ll have to go through me first.” Zayne’s jaw clenched. His hands curled into fists at his sides, and I could see the barely restrained violence in every line of his body. He wanted to fight. He wanted to remove Knox from his path by force. But then his eyes found mine again, peeking out from behind Knox’s protective stance. Something flickered across Zayne’s expression. The bloodlust vanished as quickly as it had appeared. His shoulders dropped slightly, and he took a step back from the doorway.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.