Zack From Final Fantasy 7 Novels & Stories

"See you later. Watch yourself." A man I hadn't noticed entered stood up at that moment. He was a tall man, with a scar just underneath his left eyebrow, having an aura of overconfidence. "Name's Zack; I came here with Keto. You're lucky we got here when we did," he said, giving Orion a handshake. Orion gripped the hand. "I tell you, I am very grateful; you saved someone dear to me." Zack barely gave me a glance and offered a faint nod in return. I kind of nodded back, unsure what to say.

Contrary to the others in the room, however, Zack—who already had tears in his eyes—looked extremely excited as he got to his feet before exclaiming, “…Y-Young Master Crawford…? You’re… You’re finally back…?!” “I am! You’ve truly worked hard all these years, Zack!” replied Gerald before pointing toward Zack and sending a stream of essential qi into Zack’s body… and just like that, Zack’s pain disappeared. In fact, he now felt more energetic than ever! Now that Zack was healed, Gerald was prompted to ask in a frigid tone, “Now then… Who are these people…?”

He quickly walked over all smiles, and stretched his hand, explaining her preposterous question. “You wouldn't know this, but Cool is a brother of mine from another father and mother, he has helped me a lot, and I am indebted to him, I am Zack, what is your name?” he said with a flirtatious smile on his face. Mora flinched, Manager Zack was expecting a slender fair arm, like jade, but to his dismay. A wrinkled arm took his outstretched arm for a handshake. “Um…” he mused, his face changing drastically the very moment he saw the owner's wrinkled face.

“Zack’s different. You’ve probably seen it already, but he’s not like the others. He has got a lot of power, yeah, but he has got a heart, too. Which to be honest, scared the hell out of me when I first noticed.” I furrow my brow. “What do you mean?” He grins, almost as if he’s remembering something funny. “Zack doesn’t get attached to anyone. I have worked with him for years, and I have never seen him smile, not once. Not at any of the guys, not during deals, nothing. He has always been…let’s just say, cold. Until you came along.” My cheeks heat up at the thought. “Wait, are you saying he smiles because of me?”

A roar that sounded like a physical explosion shook the chamber, and a massive silver shape came crashing down, landing between me and the Tiana with the force of a falling star. It was Zack! He was covered in blood, his fur was matted and torn, but his eyes were glowing with a primal, terrifying light. He looked like an ancient god of vengeance. "Get. Away. From. My. Family!” Zack growled, the sound was so powerful it made the knife in Tiana’s hand fall. "Zack," I breathed, reaching out to touch the matted fur of his shoulder. He didn't turn. He couldn't. His focus was locked on the grey men, the Hollowed who were skittering along the skull-walls like spiders.

I said, my voice filled with both awe and concern, “that was incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it. Are you... Are you a different kind of werewolf?” Zack turned his gaze towards me, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Freda,” he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and humility, “there’s something I need to tell you. I’m not like other werewolves.” Zack revealed that he had been unaware of his true nature until recently when his memories started to resurface. As he spoke, a sense of wonder washed over me. The realization that I was standing beside a being so unique and powerful filled me with

*Inside Zack's department* Zach is in the upper building glass gigantic window watching his bestfriend train, he has wanted to tell Phil his plan but his behavior earlier made him refrain before he jeopardize what he has planned whether intentional or from slip. A person lightly speed and knelt by his side raising a documents up from his hand, Zach turned and collected it "Is it the all?" He asked and the all in black spy nodded "Yes boss" He started flipping the pages and pictures reading and checking the pictures, when he was done he looked up the man male "You can go now" he said, the spy nodded and left.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

“Not getting yourself into any trouble, I hope.” I turned to see Zack in a dashing two-piece gray suit, holding two drinks in his hands. He seemed to always find a way for his clothes to hug his rugged physique perfectly. His usual shaggy black hair was combed back, fully displaying his clean-shaven face. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, so a few chest hairs peeked through. I could see him smiling at the little once-over that I gave him. “Well, if it isn’t my knight in shining armor. Don’t worry. The only thing I’m fighting tonight is the food that has invaded my body.”

He’d just found it. Zack woke to the sound of a voice. Deep. Resonant. Like the low hum of a powerhouse. "Come down, Zack." Zack peered through the needles. Below, a man stood. Nathan Durand. The prince of the Cocolink empire. He looked different from the posters—harder, his jawline like a piece of carved granite, his eyes a piercing, mercury silver. "Leave me alone," Zack croaked. His voice was a ruined thing, a ghost of a sound.