Synyster Gates Zacky Vengeance Novels & Stories

A sad, glittery banner declared “Class of 2015 – A Decade of Destiny!” I was nursing a warm, shitty beer, trying to look politely interested as Stacy Miller recounted her third kid’s potty-training saga, when I felt it. A shift in the atmosphere. A prickle on the back of my neck that had nothing to do with the shitty AC. I turned. And there he was. Leaning against the bleachers like he owned the fucking place. Zack. He’d filled out since he was eighteen. The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms.

I heard Vance growled, advancing towards this jerk but I hovered my arm to stop him. Shaking my head, I stepped forward and scanned him from head to toe before locking my eyes to him. "I'm Valkyrie, daughter of Dimitri and this is my twin brother, Vance. May I know your name?" He smirked. "Zak——Zak of the Wolf Grave, the next in line to my father's throne." "And you're mated, Zak?"

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. My wife.” That voice. Low. Dangerous. Vance froze for a fraction of a second, and I twisted free, gasping as I fell to the ground. Zachary stood there, framed by the rooftop lights, his expression carved from fury itself. His fists were clenched, eyes blazing like hellfire. “Zachary…” My voice cracked, tears spilling. Vance straightened, smirking despite the storm about to break. “Well, well. Right on cue.”

Reynolds. As soon as they left, the guest attempted to move closer but Katherine quickly moved back and gestured him to stay away. "Uhmm…I will introduce myself first. I'm Zack Walker, The Lycan King's Beta." He introduced himself while Katherine just stood still, touching her injury. Zack was a sturdy man with obvious pectoral muscles, biceps, and broad shoulders. He had a Tan natural undertone skin color, dark espresso short hair, and sterling gray hooded eyes.

I said happily like a kid as I wrapped my hands around his neck. “I love you too, Zoe !” Victor kissed me on my ear, over my hair. * * * * * * ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King SHADOW GANG MEMBERS Zoe Stone – Leader Draven – Zoe’s Beta Lyra – Draven’s sister Seris – Draven and Lyra’s adopted sister

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

He stood back, bowed his head and gave his final respect, then said, “I have to see to the others. We need to leave before they take this route on their way back.” I could not look at him. My throat closed the moment I tried to speak, and I feared that if I opened my mouth, only broken sobs would come out. Before leaving, he pulled me into a hug. Though i stood stiffed, I realized I needed it. He wishpered into my ears. “If the gods will it, we will survive and avenge them.” And he let go of me. “I’ll stay a little while,” I whispered. He nodded and left quickly. I sat beside the grave until my tears dried, then rose to my feet. Brushing the dirt from my hands, I looked at the sky, the star

“I hate you.” “Good,” he said simply, the word a blade sliding across my chest. “Hate binds tighter than love ever could.” The words sank into me, venomous, intoxicating, leaving a hollow ache that stretched deep into my bones. I pressed myself against the cold car door, desperate to carve out space between us. But there was no space. Not in this car. Not in this game. Not in this twisted tether that tied us together with invisible chains. Silence fell after that, heavy, suffocating. My chest ached with unshed words, with fury unspent. I wanted to hurt him, to make him bleed as I did, to show him what it felt like to be trapped, terrified, alive only for someone else.

“Soon enough love” I wrapped my hand around his neck. For some reason being around him erased all the problems with the world.“I love you, Damien.” He pressed his lips against mine. “I love you too, Vanessa Blackwood”. “Ah,” I suddenly remembered. “Wayne, He is interested in being a business partner, your business partner, can you do that?” His expression darkened. “Please, he did take a bullet for me,” I begged. He sighed. “For you Vannessa, I will consider it.