Zane Dead Novels & Stories

he said and my heart broke. No zane can't die he can't leave me no its not possible! " NO YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU ARE SAYING!!" I said angrying running into the O.R. He wasn't dead yet that was a relief but he wasn't alive either he was hooked on some machines and the lines that showed his heart beat were only a few showing that his heart was failing. I knelt down infront of the bed crying holding his hand. " Zane i love you please wake up you can't leave like this please.." i said sobbing i could hear the lady from earlier was crying as well. She must be his mom though she looks too young but you can't judge right?!

What was happening in this kingdom, in this land? Like it or not, I was a part of it now, I had something to gain by knowing more about my surroundings. It was a benefit, after all. So why did I feel like I was making the wrong choice? Why did I feel like I wasn't going to like what I saw? I got my answer pretty quickly. I poked my head around the corner and froze. The scene in front of me was like something out of my nightmare. Zane was laying on the ground, bleeding out from a gaping of his neck. His eyes were open and glassy and I had a sickening knowledge, right then and there, that he was dead.

They all replied "Yes, please help us." Jane told them to get in.They all entered the van one after each other.Two men, two women and three years old boy. Their names are Harrison, Williams, Susan, Tori, and Glad. Harrison Pope is thirty-five years old. Whilst; Susan Santos is twenty-eight years old. She is a Philippino. Tori is twenty-five years old. Glad Santos is one year old. Susan child. Whist; William is thirty years old. Jane has hit so many zombies while driving because so many cars are involved in accidents, everywhere is full of blood. Jane asked Fred to take everybody to DC. She wanted to go and check her daughters while she pull over.

Frightened, Wendy shrank back. "No, no, that's impossible!" Louis shouted. "There's no way! He can't be dead!" I let out a bitter laugh. "You want to know how he died? It happened the night you sent him out to buy that stupid dress! What were you doing at that time? You were playing doctor with this bitch's goldfish!" Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed. "Zane was just a little boy. You sent him out alone in the middle of the night!"

Jaymeson's many bloody hells clued me into him being last. "Shhh," Zane said as he slowly, languidly, got up from the couch and stretched his arms above his head in a catlike motion. He was shirtless, and I was going to kill him and bury the body in Demetri's house so he'd get blamed for the crime. "She's sleeping." "Zane..." I croaked out his name with death on my mind. "... if you touched her..." Zane's face broke out into an amused grin. "Does holding her hand while she cries over accidently grabbing a burnt popcorn kernel count?"

It all went down in a slow motion as she watched him let go of his hold on her and started falling to the ground. Zane wasted no time in darting towards him and stabbing him with a knife. "Uh...So...she ..was..right after all...I ended up dieing the same day she died... Till the end, she still had control over me," Darren said as he breathed his last. Shirley fell to the floor, too exhausted to move or say anything else. The moment her eyes feel on Zane's dark own, she knew that it was finally over.

"Zane isn’t dead." A knot of confusion tightened in my stomach. "What are you talking about, Amanda? We saw him take his last breath. We watched him die." Amanda’s smile faded into a look of grim determination. "I’ve just found out something that changes everything," she said slowly, weighing each word. "Zane sold his soul to the devil." A shiver ran down my spine. "Sold his soul?" I repeated, barely able to process the words. "What does that even mean?"

She suddenly questioned. "How do you know about that?" "Sharon told me. And like I said, you have bigger issues to worry about than what I did. My actions will be easily forgotten because you need to prepare the pack for war." "What are you talking about?" "Congratulations. Alpha Zane died this morning." Alexander let out a frustrated sigh and plopped down on his office chair. When it rained, it poured.

the beta took a deep breath. “Tell alpha Zane about his grand pup would be useless because he is dead.” The beta said, as his shoulders drop. Makahi looked at the beta confused. “What do you mean alpha Zane is dead, there hasn’t been any announcement. Did it just happen?” Makahi asked still frowning at the beta who shook his head. “No one knows he’s dead because his body isn’t dead.” “See this the be bullshit I be talking about. Why the fuck do yall always gotta have a fucking zombie in every battle.” Ji’lahni said, a little to loud alpha Makahi looked back at his mate with a frown. “Oh, shit my bad. That’s on me, I was just shocked. Just act like yall didn’t see my hiding spot and keep talk

“Amateur move, Moretti.” Maya’s fingers licked toward the gun at her hip, but Zane’s hand tightened around her wrist, a wordless warning. Gabriel sighed professing disappointment. “Now, I like you, Zane. I really do. But this? This is a problem.” Zane’s voice was smooth, undeterred. “I don’t see a problem.” Gabriel arched a brow. “Really?” Zane smirked. “Because Charles Davis is dead.”