Zane Chronicles Books Novels & Stories

At the time Lani's mother died, Zane's family treated her as their own daughter. Among her three friends, Zane was the closest to Raine. It is because he's the first one he met and they made more happy memories than the others. Among all of them, Zane's the most talented and most shy. He wants to write mystery novels and Raine's the first one reading his works. "You're right!" Lani beamed. "Indeed!" Raine replied, "So meet you at our house later?" "At your house? But isn't it still dangerous?" Zane asked. "You can be hurt!"

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.

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.”

It was where I went when I needed to escape the noise of campus, the hockey team, Kendra’s endless commentary and, lately, one particular six-foot-three problem who seemed determined to occupy every corner of my thoughts. I sat at my usual table with my laptop open, three books spread around me and a half-finished cup of coffee beside my hand. I’d been staring at the same paragraph for the last five minutes, trying to convince myself that I was studying when I heard the chair opposite me scrape against the floor. I looked up. Zane dropped into the seat like he had every right to be there. I blinked. Then I looked at the book in his hand. Then back at him. “What are you doing here?”

They haven't even gotten to know each other well, isn't it strange to have a close conversation like this to talk about Yesran's move? Yesran smiled a little. "It seems that the rats on the campus roof also know the news." After saying that Yesran looked down again to read the book on the table. "The most important part of the book is on the last page," Zane said suddenly, causing Yesran to look up and look back. "Maybe by reading that you'll get answers to all the questions in your head." Yesran began to feel strange. Zane said as if he knew what Yesran wanted to know from this book.

THE END Thank you for reading Book 1 If you would like to listen to the playlist of *The Shattered Series*, please click here. In the next chapter book 2 *ZANE* begins.

Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.

Even the human Gunner looked smaller than the one I know. As Gunner fawned over Zee, checking her wounds and covering her exposed body, that warm feeling from before returned, along with the same sweet scent. I looked around but I still couldn’t see the source of it. The room seemed to grow brighter, but either they didn’t notice or couldn’t see it. Gunner and the two other wolves paid no mind to the additional light, or the odd scent.

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.

No matter how much time I spent with him, I would never get used to that side of his world. Slowly, I moved through the room, taking in the details. My fingers lightly brushed over the books as I passed the shelf. Business strategies. War history. Stoicism. Dark psychology. Art. Exactly the kind of books a man like Zane would read. As I walked to his desk, my eyes caught a small picture frame resting near the edge. I picked it up, bringing it closer to get a better look. It was an old photograph —worn at the edges but carefully preserved. A little boy, no older than four, held a tiny baby in his arms, his smile wide and filled with pure joy.