Zane Book Novels & Stories

Fire and decay. I opened my eyes and scanned the area. No movement. I let my shoulders relax and the grip on my pistol loosen slightly. No immediate danger. I leant back into the seat and turned my head, scanning the area out the front window before looking to Jake. He looked perfectly at ease, composed, relaxed and I felt slightly ashamed that this was effecting me so badly. I wanted this. This life, this career. I still do. I want to help, want to make a difference, make a change. I took a deep breath then went back to scanning the area in silence. I could dwell on all of this later on, for now, I had a job to do. “I've got a small group of dead to the left.” I stated through the walkie, n

Because Zane was relatively a new wolf, his speed is at par with newborns – even with his strength and them tending to lose control during a full moon. In no time, Zane saw someone walking alone and by the second, he halted on his tracks after revealing his self in a safe distance from the human. He saw the figure tilted its head, still in the silhouette. But after hearing the voice called him, the hair in Zane’s body stood up. “Z-Zane?” It was Keira. The lady closed their distance but halted when he saw Zane’s bight sapphire eyes which she never saw before. Right behind her best friend was Tyr, worry written all over his face.

He picked a table close to the wall. He’s ready to call Cela on the phone when he realized she’s already there. “Go ahead. It’s about a book right?” Cela said to Noah. “Yes. I want to dedicate a book for my late fiancée and our unborn daughter,” he said. Cela was moved instantly. She finds herself wanting to know all about them. “She passed away while giving birth to our first child but both of them didn’t survive,” he continued. Nate watches Cela from where he sits. It’s been many years since he last saw her and although he knows her feature by heart, he can tell that she’s improved so much over the years. She looks so much happier and healthier now than before.

I wanted nothing more than to shed the weight of the summit like a second skin, to leave the dragon lords and their endless demands somewhere far behind me. I pushed the heavy oak door open, stepped inside, and immediately stopped. Zane lay passed out cold on the dark grey velvet couch in the middle of the sitting room. He was fully dressed in his heavy coat, dark trousers, and riding boots, one leg dangling awkwardly off the edge of the cushion as though he'd collapsed mid-sentence. A half-empty glass of sweet water sat on the low table beside him, next to an unread leather scroll, its wax seal still intact. Even the candles nearby had burned low, wax pooling onto the brass holders, as if t

“I was just hurrying so as to catch up with someone I missed less than a minute ago and I didn't see you. My name is Wade. What's yours?” All things being normal, Max would have remained silent. He wasn't in the school for acquaintances, friends or any of such. He was there to conquer, dominate and rule the other students and he had done a bit a of that by finding the path that led to the hostel but there was something about Wade he couldn't just ignore. “My name is Max. Max Girard,” he added so that whoever this Wade was, he knew who he was dealing with. “Girard?” Wade asked, raising his eyebrows so high they almost touched his hair.

Well, Zane just tagged along with a mutual buddy of Booker's pack. Zane knows his small status is punching way above his weight class, but his skin stays as cool as a valley cucumber even when he realizes my mouth isn't drinking with him. With a wide grin that never wavers, his voice says, “My name is Zane; I am the current general manager over at the Newsom Pack's trading house. My heart has been looking forward to meeting your face, Alpha Blackmoor. Figured my paws would take a shot and introduce my name today—here is my pack card.” Zane, taking a huge gulp of nervous courage, fishes out his small business card and extends it straight toward my fingers. My eyes glance down at the paper, bu

NANCY'S POV I was very aware that Zade was likely watching this. Watching me read something that was clearly affecting me. Part of me should probably be embarrassed. The other part—the part that had woken up this morning—found it thrilling. I kept turning the pages, slower now, letting the words sink in like warm honey dripping down my spine. The bodyguard had the heroine pinned against the heavy oak desk in his office, one big hand fisted in her hair, the other yanking her skirt up around her waist. No time for panties—he just hooked them aside with two thick fingers and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. The book described it so raw: the wet slap of skin, her choked gasp, the way her na

Zane voiced and I felt hollowed out. “Don't patronise me, Zane!” But Zane headed straight for the shelves, arranging some old ledgers with meticulous fingers. Then he took one from the shelf, turned a page and put it back. I clenched my fists by my sides. "Pay attention to me," I ordered, taking a step closer. Zane ignored me completely. He took another book and inspected its cover before bringing it over to the large drawer in the desk. He put the books into the drawer and closed it with a push of his hip.

One day when the heavens would be so kind to him again and send back Jay to his side. “Mr. Frost.” Zane’s thoughts were interrupted by Ryan’s gentle knock. “You have a meeting in ten minutes. Do you want me to reschedule it?” Ryan, having worked closely with Zane for so long, knew that his boss was lost in his thoughts. “No. Let’s go.” He went to the meeting, yes. But Zane’s mind was far from what was going on. It had been wandering since six years ago, when he was first met with darkness.

I started feeling feverish and lightheaded and just like that, I wasn’t hungry anymore. I needed air. I stepped outside, hoodie up, sleeves shoved halfway up my arms, letting the wind hit me like a slap. Crisp morning air. Sharp, clean, and instantly stabilizing me. Zane was leaning against the porch railing, arms crossed, face toward the woods like he was trying to keep himself from looking at me. His posture was all Alpha—tense, controlled, dangerous. I cleared my throat. “You wanted to see me?” He turned at the sound of my voice, eyes flicking toward me, and I swear, for half a second, they darkened. He immediately stepped into my space and sniffed me.