Zahir Paulo Novels & Stories

“You already know my name. You know that I am Alpha born.” “That’s not what I asked.” I turned my face away, staring out at the trees beyond the balcony. The silence stretched. He sighed quietly. “I’ll find out eventually. I would rather that I hear it from you. Whatever it is that you’re trying to hide, I wouldn’t harm you with it.” “I know.” I whispered despite myself. “I’ll just leave you to find the information you’re looking for.” “It would be easier,” he said, “if you told me yourself. There is no changing reality and it’s not black and white here either. We all have our flaws.”

her father assured. "Calm down Erica and just leave the line on" another voice said to her, it was a police man. Erica felt a whole lot of relief that she was going to get found soon but at the same time she feared for her life. Jerry and the zombie princess pushed the door open and walked in. The princess lay on the bed with Jerry and tried making out with him. Erica could feel her heart pounding really hard in her chest, she felt disgusted by what Jerry was doing with the zombie.

And show him my glass. "I'm Lucas by the way." he pulls and holds his hand out for a shake. "I'm Courtney," I reply and place my hand in his. He was a really handsome man. He was tall and when I say tall, very tall. He had brown eyes, which were quite intimidating. His hair was styled with some gel. He had a sharp jawline and nose. He had quite a few rings on his fingers. He didn't seem like a normal man. He seemed to be rich. He was wearing a grey suit and from what I know, that was from Dolce & Gabbana. What was he doing here?

Zinjo roared loud enough to scare the grotesque hoard back a few feet, “We are visiting dignitaries, This is Aurelia princess and heir to the throne of Shadowfen, and I am Zinjo of Kiazangi.” The giant's expression changed to one of utter devotion, “I am Isaac Harbinger. My research made real,” He fell to his knees and gripped Zinjo's pantleg, “Tell me the formula for such a change. Your forms represent everything I ever hoped to achieve. Please tell me.” The desperation in his voice and the anger in Zinjo's face at his words put tension on the scene.

Like a king marked personally by some kind of entity. His skin carried the deep golden-tan shade of someone born beneath relentless sunlight, sharply contrasting against the dark black hair falling around his face. Unlike Ael’s colder elegance, Zahir looked wild. Brutal. There was nothing soft or refined about him. Even standing still, he radiated overwhelming physical power.

Old friend, we have to quit meeting like this…. ***** I work to blink my heavy eyes open, hospital, I’m back in the hospital. I take in my surroundings and I see Alpha Zac. Is it weird to keep calling him Alpha Zac? Should I just call him Zac now? Zac is sitting in a chair with his arm on the rest holding his head up as he gently snores. Wow, he is so gorgeous. His brown hair is a little messy but still somehow perfect. These gorgeous lashes grace where I know his sparkling sapphires are hiding, I see some dark circles as well, what a wild day this has been.

Maybe Ash has had more influence over him than we all realise. The guy moves his arm around Grace, pulling her in tightly, almost in a protective state. “Who the fuck are you?” he snaps, looking between us both. The girl in front of us shrinks back into the human turning pale, almost like a ghost. “She knows exactly who I am, and I want some fucking answers,” he says, not even glancing at the bloke. “Zander,” she whispers softly, moving her eyes down and submitting to him. “The ex,” the human says, more of a statement than a question, eyeing us both.

Breathing in heavily, I closed my eyes as I opened the book. The First Beta Dimitrio Islin was born and raised in Pennsylvania. At the age of 16, he became the first beta to Alpha Vincent Harlyn and together, they led the Blood Moon Pack in unison. At the age of 24, a beautiful rogue named Malia appeared in their territory and was about to get killed by their own kind when he felt a strong connection pulling her close to him. I gasped as I read it. Beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. What is this? Why does it feel like I can relate to the story?

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

I was sure my aura right now was pure predator, dangerous as hell. The bar was calm at this hour, and while I took my first sip, I spoke while watching our reflections in the glass wall lined with expensive bottles. “Hope you got my gift,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “Sanchez... was that you? I thought it was Alpha Bianchi...” He paused, realizing I’d been involved. His surprised look vanished fast, replaced by a controlled expression. “I had nothing to do with that. He acted on his own,” he answered in the same low, tight voice.