Zamazenta Novels & Stories

Beatrice was looking at me curiously, as if trying to piece something together. “Where does your magic come from, Kenzie?” I looked to Bellamy so he could explain. I was still unsure about it all. “I know you’ll keep this private,” he said, looking at her directly. She scoffed but nodded. “She’s a direct descendant of Ezthamus Hecatheem,” he said, looking at me, again with pride shining in his eyes. I would have to get him to explain more. Luckily, Luca beat me to it. “What’s so special about this Ezthamus person?”

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

she asked. “They’re our other friends back in the dorm,” Dorin answered her. “Azra is a caladrius, while Dagon is a baby dragon Johan hatched from an egg.” He went closer to Eirian and lowered his voice. “We had to register Azra as a familiar so she can stay in out room.”

And I am m the last line before it breaks. Everyone else is speculating about Alejandro's mate's true identity. What they do not know is that, Zenith is human, but her blood remembers. She descends from a rare line of mystical healers: humans who could wield energy in ways not even the most gifted witches or wolves could replicate. They lived not in the heart of kingdoms, but in the borderlands. Unclaimed lands. Marginal places where power spoke through silence.

Zagaff frowned. “Who is that?” “Her name is Kamala Reynolds,” Macholo said. “Tellan spotted her at Club Mirage. We did a little digging, but it looks like she’s hiding something.” Zagaff stared at the photo, then looked at Macholo. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes still on the picture of Kamala wearing his name across her chest. “So,” he said, lifting his eyes to Macholo, “what did we find out about this Kamala Reynolds?”

“That’s not bonding. That’s claiming.” Jay whimpered against Lena. “It said… it said it made you…” Lena froze. “…made me… what?” Jay’s voice cracked into sobs. “It said… ‘She was meant for me.’” Alexander’s glow exploded. “I’LL TEAR IT APART!” Elias slashed at the air. “This isn’t a stabilizer—that’s a goddamn parasite!” But the mountains responded before Lena could. A roar so massive the sky itself shook. Z-03 rose slowly, towering over all of them.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

How are we meant to defeat such a beast? I need to help, I need to do something, anything. The Zena-girl has helped a group of scared, middle-aged women climb out of the broken window. She points them into the cornfields to the back, where White Forest came from and they scamper away. Then my heart lifts. Looking nothing like my darling, and yet undeniably her, Zena emerges from underneath the main cabin. Pressed against the wooden wall, flames only inches from her head she looks every inch the warrior. Her face is completely brown and grey with filth, her hair a ragged short crop of black and she’s wearing a dark green archers uniform,.

Petra. *One node left. The twelfth. Edmund's document has no address, just a name. I think it's coded.* Zara stared at the screen, then looked back at Margaret, who was crouched now on the gravel, running her palm flat against the ground like she needed to confirm it was solid. "What's the name," Zara typed back. Petra's answer came a moment later, three words that made Zara's stomach drop somewhere past the fog and the gravel and the whole long month behind her.

“Yeah. I'm Zoe. How do you know me?” Without a word, she runs towards me and wraps me in her arms. “Oh my gosh. I'm so glad you're here. Azazel is so worried about you.” At the sound of Azazel's name, I tighten my arms around her and whisper happily. “Thank goodness. Is Azazel here? Is he okay? Where are we?” She loosens her arms and takes a step back. “He's fine, but he's not here. He couldn't come. You're in another dimension. You're no longer on Earth, honey. I think we're in hell or some hellish dimension. I'm Amara, by the way. Azazel called my boyfriend and me because you disappeared inside the building, and he's unable to get in.”