Zane Chronicles Books Novels & Stories

Everything was planned. Zane, who had been burdened by misunderstanding and isolation, had walked straight into the trap alone. Consequently, I pushed forward until the trees opened into a small clearing, and there he was. Zane had collapsed at the center of a glowing crimson formation etched into the ground, with ancient symbols burning faintly around him. Deep gashes tore across his chest and side, as if the very earth had rejected him. His wolf aura, once overwhelming and fierce, now flickered like a dying flame.

We weren’t alone. That night, in the library, Zane found me tracing runes in an old book. His shadow fell across the pages, heavy, steady. “You’re too reckless,” he murmured. “You hold everything inside until you break.” I didn’t look up. “And you break things until nothing’s left.” The silence hummed. His hand covered mine on the book, warm, steady. No kiss, no heat of bodies—just his palm over mine, a promise heavier than any vow.

"It’s Rhea! She’s... she’s projecting!" Zane couldn't respond. The world around him was dissolving. The ice and the black sun were gone, replaced by the smell of burning thatch and the metallic tang of fresh blood. He wasn't in the wastes anymore. He was ten years old again, standing in the center of his village. "Mother? Father?" Zane whispered, his eyes wide and vacant.

“Miracle!“ One stern call from her mother brought her back to her senses. She groaned and grumpled a dragged fine before she swung her legs off the table. “So, what did you do today?“ She didn't bother to ask the principal because, from her shocked face, she knew she wasn't going to respond to her. Miracle sighed in boredom and then responded, "There is this little boy in my class calling himself Zach Junior.“ “MMh,” she nodded,” what's with him?“ “He kept on looking at me as if I were a piece of steak, mother. He gave me the hungry look Yana gives to her tuna.“ Yana was her cat. “And?“ With her hands folded under her breasts, she asked, nodding at the girl to continue. “Well, I dismissed hi

“Above you!” I look up and there between two spiked pillars a man stares down at me with black eyes. I hear the strange noises getting louder. More people begin to appear above the wooden-spiked fence. I bend down, unsheath me knife and stab the hand at the wrist. Immediately, the boy is free and I pull him to his feet. We head back to the group by the fire and Ragnar hands me the two-handed axe me father gave me after becoming Chief. As I take it from Ragnar, I whisper a soft prayer.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

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

The Fall of the leader :) So, yes, there is a book three coming, I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN as I will now be working on book 3 of the Kinky CEO series :) Keeps your eyes peeled for: The Rise Of The New Biker Queen: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book Three.

Now that I knew what to look for, even in the poor lighting, I could see the oval shape of their oversized pupils. I stifled a scream as I threw my hands over my mouth. The zombie pushed the door open with such force that I fell backwards against my desk. I winced from the pain in my hip as it jammed with considerable force into the point on the corner of the sleek mahogany top. It was the first indication of the strength these zombies possessed. I remembered how hard Jacob pulled on my hair. Had it been this zombie pulling it, I was certain I’d be sporting a bald spot.

Hannah was a clean we picked up about a month ago on a long mission that had ended in disaster, huge fucking epic disaster. The mission had started out like any other and progressed the way we all expected it to, until we found Hannah and her brother Danny klein. Then things had turned to shit fast. From overheard conversations and our own observations we had figured there was an imminent attack on the compound and high tailed it back. We made it in time but the infected still managed to get around our defenses, attacking from below and striking at the heart of our community. A lot of lives had been lost that day, including Wheeler.