Zack Morris X Novels & Stories

They had adversaries to face, but their greatest strength—their love for each other and their family—was their driving force. Every step they took from here on would be steadier. They would face the shadows of the past, and with each passing day, they would find joy and strength in their new beginning. One afternoon, after weeks of preparation, Zack received a call from Morales. “Zack, we have good news. We’ve located where the enemies are hiding the evidence that could solidify everything they’ve done.” Zack quickly focused on the next step. “Morales, what’s the plan? What do we need to do?”

“Weren’t you cocky earlier? You thought you could push me around, so you set me up with an ambush. “Well, here I am. If you have a problem with me, you’re better off dead.” X had the means to kill Morris, but it would not be a good idea. He had other plans in mind. Since the God of War had not issued any instruction, X did not need to jump the gun. X could sort out the harmless fly whenever he wanted, so there was no need to take his life just yet. X would just proceed with a warning. “Nobody can tell me what to do. I only take orders from the God of War.” X released his grip. Morris dropped to the floor of shattered glass. The broken glass cut into his legs, leaving him in pain. He gasped f

Lucas Morris out. Mr. Morris rolled his wrists after the officer unlocked his cuffs. “Finally. That thing made my wrists numb and sore.” He complained. Mr. Morris was already walking toward me when the other officer’s question registered in my brain. “What about him? Who is going to bail him out?” The question made me freeze. I should be angry with Zeke Alexander for starting the argument and the fistfight, but I could not blame him either. Mr. Morris taunted him, too. I sighed, and then I turned to Olivia.

Zack has black hair covering his forehead and icy blue eyes. Zack is a hunter. Hunters are like the police for supernaturals. If we step out of the line, it is their job to bring us to the authorities for punishments. He is the kind of guy who can shoot anyone without any hesitation but ever since he met Sarah he changed. He still goes by the book but he owes me a big favor.

"You feel uhm-" Tyler did. And like i said, he knew exactly what to say. "Zach. Your book-" Tyler's eyes suddenly widened by an idea. "Harry Jayson Moore. Moore, your book" He started as Zach turned to him. "You were right, i never understood it but then you left and i checked him out, on Google. At least I understand that-" He paused. "You did?" Zach asked. "Jayson Moore. The Rockstar stroke amazing gamer. Well the one that died a year ago, just to sure we're talking about the same person-" Tyler added and you could tell the unease drifted slowly from Zachary's void eyes.

"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."

"And you don't like her, do you? You were just playing with that woman!" His jaw tensed a bit more out of irritation. "Yes but I believe you didn't go all the way here tonight just to steal my wine, mess up with my pool, and talk about my wife. I will let your voyeuring on my wife slide if you're carrying a piece of sensible news." "Oh, well..." Zack took off his dark shirt and just let it fall down the floor. "It's your most beloved brother... it's confirmed, Z." Zandro straightened as he tilted his head. "What do you mean? Is it his new drug laboratory? His deal with syndicates abroad? or the illegal dog domestication shelter and experiments?"

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.

"Well, say something. You were so smug over the phone earlier." Noticing my silence, Zachary's grip on my wrist tightened further. I gasped in pain, which caused his brows to twitch. "Hey… isn't that Zachary Lake? The guy from TV?" "It really looks like him. Wait, is that woman with him Shannon Morrison, that shameless one?" The commotion drew the attention of the surrounding crowd, and they soon spotted and recognized Zachary. In my panic, I let down my hair to cover my face and struggled to pull free from his grasp.

Every word Zack spoke is a jagged piece of glass spinning in my skull. Why didn't Zack hide the fact that he was working with Havenfall’s elite? Why bring an associate? And why the hell would he beg me to come back to Cocolink if he was trying to steal my seat? If it was a performance, he deserved a goddamn Oscar. The way he’d gripped my coat, the heat of his skin, the raw terror in his eyes when he thought I was going to reject him—it felt more real than anything I’ve touched in weeks.