Zane Chronicles Books Novels & Stories

“I’ll see you around.” Zane stood up, brushed himself off, and gathered a couple of books that had fallen. As he walked past me toward the door, his shoulder lightly brushed mine. That’s when I caught it—his scent. Fresh like soap and something sweet, maybe a hint of citrus or warm vanilla. It wrapped around me for a second and made my stomach do a little flip.

He made to close it back, but something caught his eye. Zane frowned and reached into it, picking the photographs up. They were pictures of him at the arcade....the ones Asher had taken that day when Zane wasn't looking. His chest tightened, remembering he'd kept them there himself. "Stupid," he muttered, flipped through the stack. "Stupid pictures. Stupid fucking Asher." He reached into the space to take out whatever was left, but stopped when his fingers brushed something deep inside. Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book.

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

“I’m so sorry, pup. About all of it.” Before I can respond, the door swings open again. Zane enters, his massive frame filling the doorway as he balances a large, leather-bound book in his arms. The tome looks ancient, its cover worn smooth by countless hands over what must be centuries. His steel-grey eyes find mine immediately, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “James,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from us. “Take a seat.” My father squeezes my hand once before releasing it and moving to the indicated chair. Zane settles the book on his desk with surprising gentleness before taking his own seat beside me. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a constant reminder

The latter said then disappeared. Zane left right after what happened in the library, she couldn’t bring the book with her since she knows it would be chaotic, and it is not a book that she should hold. Her plan is to find the original copy, if her parents are really Selena and Gavin, then she must be the only one who can find the book because when she held the one that Ferlin gave her, she felt the book refusing her touch, she really was not meant to hold anything except the one that was blessed by the moon goddess, Meiko herself.

Zane sits in a corner booth, two glasses waiting. He doesn't ask questions. He just pushes a glass toward me. For two hours, I let the alcohol numb my insides. I drink until the image of Sandy’s hands on Jamie begins to blur. Until the sting of Luca’s silence is only a dull ache. "You deserve to know everything,", Zane says. His voice drops to a whisper. It’s thick. Dark. It’s scary. "About why I really followed you back. Why I’ve been following these past few months"

I feel the air tightening in my throat as I can't catch enough air to breathe appropriately. Before I notice it, I am collapsing. I fall towards the ground as Zane's large hands come around my body. "Fuck! London! Keep your eyes open for Daddy," I hear Zane screaming as I fail to keep my eyes open as he wants it. ... ***ZANE'S POV*** Zane is passing out on me. Jeez! This is the second time that I am fucking her and she is letting herself get to a high she can't control herself to bring it down. That sucks.

Zane’s voice rose again, booming across the clearing. “Those who follow me will be rewarded beyond anything they can imagine. But those who question me—” His eyes glowed bright amber, almost unnatural. “—will not survive.” The rogues bowed instantly. ”Alpha Zane!” ”Alpha Zane!” ”Alpha Zane!” Their chants thundered through the forest like a war cry. Zane watched them with a twisted satisfaction curling in his chest. Yes. This army would be enough. It had to be. The fog had thickened, pressing against the leather walls like a living thing. Zane sat at his table, studying an old map—one he had stolen from a dead historian years ago. It detailed ancient wolf bloodlines and the earliest packs bor

Zane flushed, realized he’d made noise in front of literally everyone important, and then, to his credit, did not back down. He squared his shoulders. “No,” he said again, louder. “No one’s taking her blood to feed to a hole in the world. I don’t care what ‘old book says.’” Melody blinked. Heather smiled slowly. “Ohhhh,” she whispered, delighted. “Zane. I did not know you had a spine. I like you now.” Zane scowled. “I’ve always had a spine.” “You’ve always had a pretty spine,” Heather corrected. “This is new. I’m proud. Continue.”