Zane Chronicles Books Novels & Stories

Several stalls had been converted into rooms. "It just means the prophecy is true," Zinfer said. " Dark days are ahead. You will have to be strong." Toshani gave an exasperated look. "Don't know if anything can be darker." She mumbled. "Why are you here, Zinfer?" The girl asked in a firmer voice. Zinfer walked over to the bed and sat down next to the girl, though Toshani did not turn her discerning eyes to the other woman. "I am here to explain what you need to do."

~ (Raziel) Anthony brought me a whole stack of books, everything that he could find, every piece of literature known to the Underworld about dreamwalking. I had spent hours pouring over every book, committing everything I read to memory. I didn't want to miss a single thing. There had to be a way I could help Rayne. I was already so exhausted after the day I had endured. That, and all of this reading on top of it, had me fighting to stay awake. I swear I only closed my eyes one time and the next thing I know I'm dreamwalking.

Para akong nabagsakan ng langit ng muling maramdaman ang sakit, pighati at pagdurusang naranasan ko 2 decades ago. “Jarred!!!” Isang napakalas na sigaw ang pinakawalan ko habang humahalakhak ng malakas si Vincent at Zani. Ilang sandali pa ay may tumamang palaso sa likuran ni Vincent at napaluhod din ito. Agad na tumakbo papalapit sa kaniya si Zani. Inilibot ko an aking paningin at nakitang papalapit si Harris at Knoxx kasama ang daan daang mga kawal.

reborn. The final memories flickered to life, a poignant conclusion to the tumultuous journey of my past. I recalled Haven's words, her voice filled with conviction and faith in me. She had believed in me, seen potential in the broken, angry young man I once was. Her words had been a balm to my soul, a reassurance that I was capable of more than I ever thought possible. And then, as we had agreed, she took all my memories, erasing the pain and the anguish, leaving me with a clean slate.

I push my personal life aside and refocus. Cassandra and I spend another hour combing through more books, but we find nothing concrete. Disappointment settles in. I’m not sure there’s a reason to hope anymore. If there’s a cure for wolf blood, it’s well hidden, and I don’t know if we’ll ever find it. Feeling defeated, we leave the library and head back home. Zane’s back to full health and being my worst nightmare. I’m not sure what horrors await me as I return. At home, I head to my room for a quick shower. Afterward, I

“Soph won’t stop talking about his stories. He seems to weave responsibilities into his lessons and it really sticks with them in the best way.” Camellia gives me a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Come on, go say hello.” Zane senses me, looking up from the book. A warm smile breaks across his face, and in that simple expression, I see everything we fought for, everything we risked. It’s taken three months of struggle and healing, but here he is. Here we are. I walk over, joining him on the grass as he closes the book, Sophia and Nereo pouting in disappointment. “Uncle Zane, keep going!” Sophia whines, tugging on his arm.

he muttered before walking off down the street at a pace far too quick to be called graceful. I raised an eyebrow at Zane. “Seriously?” He stepped closer, plucked the book from my hand, flipping through the pages without actually reading. “You let him bother you too long.” “I can handle myself.” “I know. But it’s more fun watching him sweat before he runs.” I exhaled and crossed my arms. “Do you always show up like a ghost every time I’m alone?” He lifted a shoulder, relaxed. “Maybe. Or maybe the universe just likes giving us… very inconvenient coincidences.”

It was eleven o'clock at this point so Zane decided he had enough story time and bid a farewell to them and walked out. He walked to his barracks and went inside, he locked the door to his room and undressed. He set his weapons on the nightstand. Zane got into bed, since he did not have patrol tomorrow he didn’t set my alarm. He was exhausted so he passed out almost instantly. Zane woke up, as he heard something shrieking in the night. He listened closely and he heard it again. A loud shriek low and guttural, followed by a howl that was shrill and also guttural. Pales, he thought. They must be migrating to the city due to an absence of food in others. He looked at his alarm clock and it said

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

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.”