Zane Dead Novels & Stories

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?"

"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.”

Cassandra asks. “Yeah, I’m good,” I reply, trying to keep my tone steady. Professor Ethan blows the whistle. “Class is over. We’ll pick this up next week,” he announces. Another message drops on my phone. This time it’s not Francis—it’s Dad. My heart skips a beat as I open it. ‘Zane is going down. And everyone who’s with him. We’re going to bury him.’ The thought of Zane going down makes my stomach twist. I quickly type back to Dad: ‘I haven’t found the cure yet. We can’t do anything for now,’ hoping to stall him.

Zane shook his head from side to side, refusing to accept this fucking reality. His hands trembled as he moved closer and pressed two fingers to Ethan's wrist, pushing past his thick fur until he found his skin and then vein. There was no pulse. Zane checked again, pressing even harder but there was nothing. "Fuck..." The word left him in a whoosh and Zane fell back against the cabinet behind him. Ethan was dead.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an