Zack From Final Fantasy 7 Novels & Stories

"If I’m going to vaporize, I’m taking this altar and every one of you with me. That’s my version of stabilization." "She’s stalling, Zilo. Can’t you see the way she’s looking at the door? She’s waiting for a rescue that isn't coming," Zack growled, his patience finally snapping. He was the youngest of the Triad enforcers, a man built of lean muscle and twitchy, violent impulses. He didn't have Zilo’s poise or Klaus’s clinical detachment; he only had the hunger. He drew a silver-etched combat knife, the blade humming with a low-frequency psychic dampener. "I’m done listening to this gutter-trash lecture us on morality. If she won't give us the stone, I’ll just take the hand it’s attached to."

Terry roared. “Not bad for Silvermoon lapdog,” the man said while cleaning the blood from his broken nose. He stood up, “I am Zack Violet, future alpha of Violet pack. Remember that name, cos it will be the last thing that you’d remember in your grave!” as he sneered, his nails turned violet and grew longer. Zack gave signals to his men to attack from behind; Terry quickly responded by back kick them with both feet while his hand touched the ground. Both men were flying to the air and fell. They became unconscious since Terry kicked them right on their vital spot.

Tristan was scared half to death, he lost all his sharpness in his tone. Witnessing this scene, Darryl laughed but said nothing. Zack approached Darryl and said, “Brother, I am grateful to you. My name is Zack Roger, it was thanks to you that we averted the crisis just now.” Zack extended his arm out to Darryl, and said, “If you don’t mind, let’s be friends? Call me Zack.” “Sure,” Darryl replied and shook his hand firmly. Darryl and Zack hit it off at once, he felt that Zack was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve.

He could never expose himself, especially to this man. Zack felt like something was off, but he did not know what. Anyway, what he cared about now was that these two people in his life were happy. He cleared his throat and looked at Dave, his expression turning serious. “I am planning to go to Country Y…” Dave remained calm. It was always a normal thing for Zack to be travelling. He only needed to know the reason. “What are you going for?“ he asked. Zack sighed again. “I still need to complete the creation of the antidote as soon as possible. I feel so sad every time I see her passing out from the pain…”

“My warriors will continue the training you started. Lesion Pack won’t be caught unprepared again.” Outside, the warriors were already loading our belongings into the cars. Zack was pacing around, clipboard in hand like he was running a military operation. “Do we have the herbs?” he called out. “Yes,” one of the warriors replied. “The samples from the forest?”“Loaded.” Zack turned to me. “If we forget anything important, I swear I’m resigning.” I chuckled. “Relax, Zack. You’ve done enough for one lifetime.” He smirked. “Tell that to my stress levels.”

Zack had always been unpredictable, his anger a force of nature when unleashed. I shifted slightly, wincing as pain laced through my body. My limbs felt like lead, my head throbbing from where it had hit the tiles. But beyond the physical pain, a deeper ache settled in my chest—Alex's betrayal cut deeper than I wanted to admit. The door creaked open, and a familiar presence filled the room before I even saw him. Zack. His aura was undeniable—dark, commanding, and intense. "You’re awake," his voice was quiet, yet it carried a weight that sent a chill down my spine.

Zhang *Club* "Let me just die it's better to die and surrender myself to the zombies to eat me before they forced the door to open." He stood up and walked closer to the door trembling opened it, then closed his eyes but there's no single zombie outside the building again. The next thing he saw was a man he dressed like a cow boy and hold a hunter gun. "Who are you man?" Zhang Wei asked him The man smile's and said "Am Albert Dickson from Texas but base in China for now. So tell me who are you and why only you inside here?"

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I sat down and dialed a number I haven't called in a long time. “Zake! How are you?" My greeting to one of my loyal followers in the pack. He always supports everything I do, I can say he is my right hand. Currently, he is serving as the patrol in the pack. He has pretty good skills… even though he's too sex-derived. "Wow..is that you Balthier?" "Yes. Zake..hear!...I am having a little problem. Can you check this man ... is Brandon Roddrick in his house?"

It wad quite hidden and dark that was why when a movement caught my eye, I squnited my eyes to see better. Curious me couldn't stop myself from getting a closer look at whoever it was and I was shocked when I did. It was Zack. He had a cigarette between his lips. Just as he removed it and blew out the smoke, he turned his head and noticed me. "You have got to be fucking kidding me" he muttered somewhat angrily and stared at the wall in front of him. "You just happen to have a weed every time" I said incredulously. "You shouldn't be here" he said, still not looking at me.