Zane Chronicles Books Novels & Stories

The End Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading. Thank you so much for staying with me throughout this journey of Nicholas and Zane's love and life. Hope you like it. See you in the next book as the journey continues.) Book 1 Fangs: Alpha King (Completed) Book 2 Fangs: Queen Luna Book 3 Fangs: The Tale of the Moon Goddess

“I’ll go with you. But if you slip up again, I’ll kick your ass.” Zane’s grin widened. “That would be kind of hot, actually.” “I mean it, Zane.” “I know, I know.” Zane followed me around the corner to the next row of bookshelves. I began scanning the “S” section, and pulled out a title on soothsayer practices, which I added to the pile. Zane quirked a brow at me as I dropped the stack of books I was holding onto a nearby table. I’d collected more than five tonight, and intended to read them all. He picked up the most recent one and read the back with a curious expression.

she blurted, eyes wide. Zane raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t say you were.” “You’re thinking it.” A slow grin crept onto his face. “Now I am.” Maya cursed under her breath and snatched the last book from his hand. “This school is a nightmare.” Zane leaned against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “It’s entertaining, if you don’t take it too seriously.” “I don’t want to be part of the entertainment,” she snapped, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Amelia’s POV After hearing those horrid things that Zane said about me, I couldn't say a single more word. I returned back to the cafeteria on our seat as humiliation overwhelmed me. My hands were shaking with rage as they turned cold and I was on the verge of crying, but then I saw from the corner of my eyes that Zane was returning to the table so out of contempt I took out the wolfsbane out of my bag, which I kept just in case someone tried to attack me and added in his cup of coffee.

Something in the process of evolving. Andrei hadn’t said much since that night. They passed each other in corridors, exchanged glances that lingered too long, but with them, words had become less necessary. The silence between them now carried weight. It still harboured resentment, but still carried respect. The weight of a dozen words left unspoken. Zane found himself in the library again with no fire this time, only the gray illumination of morning light. He pulled a book from the shelves something about the evolution of aristocratic dynasties. He didn’t care for the content. It was the weight of the book in his hands, the way knowledge felt like armor.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

Aron thanked her and inquired about Zea's whereabouts. "Zea left earlier today after receiving an urgent phone call," Jen informed him. "She didn't say goodbye or provide any details about where she was headed." Concern washed over Aron, but he decided to wait until morning to reach out to Zea's friends and family for assistance. In the meantime, he searched for any clues within their home, hoping to piece together her location. It was then that he noticed Zea's laptop still on the table, an open document titled "The Experiment" catching his eye.

Caitlin sat in her large room in Dunvegan in Castle at a writing desk, looking out the window at the sunset sky. She examined the torn page McCleod had given her, holding it up to the light. She slowly ran her fingertips along the embossed, Latin letters. They looked and felt ancient. The entire page was so beautifully and intricately designed, and she marveled at the intricate colors along the paper’s edges. Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves.

Just this year, the Ministry confirmed that her wolf had weakened. They did a test after observing her shortly, and they saw her wolf’s power weakened. They never found out why. Anna also never discovered why, or how, her wolf weakened. But she was the first to feel it then. Back when she was young, she could hear her wolf’s voice. She could talk to it. But after some time, that voice gradually disappeared. And she felt when her spirit would dim—it meant her wolf was struggling inside.

I turned back in shock, only to find Zane sitting on my bed. "When did you come in?" I was surprised. "I didn't hear the door open," I added. "Of course you wouldn't." He sent me a small smile and gestured to my books. "I knocked at least a hundred times before I let myself in." "I'm so sorry." I apologized, "I seem to have lost it for a while." My shoulders slumped. Zane nodded. "That's somewhat expected, how's your research for the ritual going?" He asked, nodding toward the heap of books on my bed.