Zane Books Novels & Stories

I said, and he took it all in. We stopped at the most ancient area of the library. “Alright, magical scrolls and legendary objects.” I sighed. This was trying to find a needle in a haystack. “Let´s see...” I said, pulling books about general objects and opening the index, searching for only one word, ´compass´. I retrieved about five books and placed them in Zane´s arms. The books were heavy, old, and musty, yet Zane carried them as if they weighed nothing. I have never asked him, but now I wonder how strong he is.

The world went dark. At some point, I felt myself moving. No, being moved, well, either way, I really didn’t care. I just wanted to sleep, but I couldn’t. I felt a sense of being watched. When I peeked, I saw Enzo, and he was looking at me, his tattooed hand reaching out to push away the strand of hair that was caught in my mouth. What a dream, I groaned, then turned around to face the opposite direction.

I am incredibly late. This is the moment I have been anxiously awaiting - my first encounter with the renowned Zane Orion. A figure of literary mastery, and my class supervisor. Although I am more than familiar with his work, today marks our first official introduction. And unfortunately, I have already managed to make a terrible first impression. In my hastened state, I stub my toe on the elevated platform and stifle a silent cry of pain. Could this day possibly get any worse? I remember the first time I read Zane Orion's nonfiction book on the romanticism of poetry, at the tender age of fifteen. It was a pivotal moment that ignited my passion for writing.

She opened her mouth to scream, but before a sound could escape, the bird clamped onto the back of her clothes and hurled her straight outside. For the past several days, Sharon had been busy digging tunnels underground, so she had no idea how terrifying the acid rain truly was. The next second, her shrill scream echoed through the entire estate. Sean looked at me guiltily, trying to explain himself. But I already knew exactly what kind of person he was. I simply clapped my hands once. The zombie bird immediately understood and tossed Sean outside as well. At first, Sean looked confused, almost thinking he was simply being let go.

Zane too must have discovered it but he was tight-lipped, he would rather remain silent than reveal what it was. How bad was it that she had to thank him for not telling our father? Zane remained quiet as he fixed his eyes on the books that sat lazily on the desk. She must have used her dressing table to read hence the explanation for the scattered books lying on the dressing table. Dane cleared his throat, "We need to know what is going on." Dane's tone was the very opposite of the way I was tempted to speak, perhaps it was a good idea to allow Dane to do the speaking, or else, it might result in yet another fight between Zane and me.

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

I rubbed my temples. Get another book. Distract yourself. I stood and walked further down into the library. I needed another book to make me focus. That was when I saw her. Zana sat alone in a corner of the library. She was reading a book. She looked completely absorbed. Her red hair had fallen forward, partly hiding her face. My first thought was stupid and automatic. There’s no way she can actually read. The idea came from years of conditioning. My father told me that rogues were savages. I was told that they were uneducated and barely civilized. That was what we were taught.

As I sat in the dimly lit room, still reeling from Lynn's shocking revelations, a rush of conflicting emotions coursed through my veins. Zea, the woman I had come to love and trust, was now at the centre of a dark and dangerous secret. Lynn's words echoed in my mind, urging me to take action, to confront the unthinkable truth that Zea may be part of a group planning to assassinate the president.

hello, all yess it's finally here the sequel to "the king and the rejected she-wolf" you can read this as a stand-alone but I think it will make more sense after reading the other one first. hope you will enjoy to those who read the first one a while ago, I change Kai's name to Aiden. why? hmm I guess the name Aiden just sounded better to me :D //Salani ------- ZARA “Zara, come out and play; we will protect you!” Zack says he and the other boys have just returned from training with daddy and uncle Mack. Grandma Rosa and I played piano today.