Zane Books Novels & Stories

He hit the ground hard and didn't get up. "You couldn't have done that five minutes ago?" Alerion snapped at Caius while dodging a knife. "I had to find the right book! Do you know how many books are in a library?" "You're supposed to know these things!" "I'm not psychic or flash!" Zane was fighting off two guys at once, his shoulder still bleeding badly, and he kept looking back at me every two seconds like he was making sure I was still there. "Zane, watch out!" I screamed as another guy came at him from behind.

Zane clasped her waist tightly but securely so as not to hurt her wounds with his one hand and held her small hand with his other hand, pressing her onto his chest. "No matter who YOU are. No matter what YOUR existence is. YOU are the only light in MY life. I will do my best to explore YOUR Existence and then TAME YOU, CAGE YOU by my side forever . ." Zane whispered in between the kisses. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Her mouth and throat were hot and dry from nervous anticipation. Past conversations with her aunt about zombies surfaced in her mind. Panic threatened to consume all reason as the movement grew closer. She did her best to focus on what she’d learned from those conversations. Her aunt had encountered a few mutants in the early years of the apocalypse. She said little about it, but Kendra could tell that whatever her aunt was forced to do had an unpleasant impact on her aunt’s soul.

She kissed him like the world was ending. Zane’s expression was complicated, coldness in his eyes but a smirk tugging his mouth. I could almost read his thoughts. He liked that Vivian finally felt the sting of desperation. But it also dragged up his own memories—me with Ronan at the lake, with the soccer team, even that night at Shifters. I knew those moments had gutted him. I tore my eyes away from Vivian and Tyler’s public display. “What’s next?” Zane’s gaze flicked to me. He knew I meant work. “I’ll start going through emails you sorted. You can use the time to read the book Trav gave you. Once I need you, I’ll call.”

Zane smiled and said,"That's the last thing I consider you to be" Zane went up to his room and lied down on his bed. It was comfortable but Zane didn't like it. He hadn't slept in a bed for so long. He got down from the bed and lied down on the cold ground and felt more at home. He closed his eyes and a drop of year trickled down his face and then he started crying and put his hand up to his mouth so that no one could hear him. He wasn't crying because he had so many bruises over his body or that he had gotten beaten up and ill-treated for so long in other dimensions, he was crying because he had suffered too much loss, too much pain and too much anguish. It was more than any person should h

Then repeat. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." I froze, the plate in hand hovering over the table. Zane stood in the doorway, his bulky arms crossed, a smirk on his face that I always wished I could wipe off. He was a huge one, easily 6'4, with the kind of muscles that came from months and years of dedicated training. Dark hair, darker eyes "Zane," I acknowledged quietly, setting down the plate. "Is that all you have to say?" He pushed off the doorframe and confidently sauntered into the room. "After you humiliated Eleora today?"

Zane I found myself in the pack library at midnight, surrounded by books I’d single-handedly picked out—mainly to avoid questions from Ezra. ‘Pregnancy and the Wolf: A Comprehensive Guide. Maternal Health in Shifter Populations. The First Year: What to Expect When Expecting a Pup.‘ The titles alone made me feel ridiculous like some anxious first-time father instead of an Alpha securing his lineage.

Zane’s POV “Fair,” I said, crossing my arms. “But why would I believe a lowlife wretch? You might have torn those pages just to provoke my Alpha or trigger our curiosity. There's a chance there's nothing in them at all.” Eryndor met my gaze, and despite the blood crusting at the corner of his mouth, he managed something close to a smile. “Go fuck yourself, Zane. That won't work on me either. I'm the only one who read those books, and I'm the only one who knows what was in them.” His voice cracked. “Even if I lose my mind, I won't give you a damn thing.”

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

Terrence took the books from Zane before he could stop him, annoyed as he looked at the titles. “All of these are relationship books,” Terrence said slowly, raising his eyebrow as he looked at the big one about how to romance a woman. “Yeah? So what?” Zane snapped and took the books back angrily. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Blake said, sounding a bit hurt. “I’m not,” Zane admitted. “Then why the books?” Marcus asked curiously. Zane wasn’t going to let his brothers make him feel foolish for buying self-help books. At least he knew he needed help. Terrence had been lucky to get a wife like Christine, and Blake and Marcus were too busy with work to care about anything except hookin