Zane Dead Novels & Stories

“No. That’s the undead. The body is dead.” The words hit me like a physical blow. Dead? Zane is dead? But he’s moving. Fighting. Talking. How can he be— “What?” I croak, finally finding my voice. “That’s a corpse,” Kieran says quietly, his tone flat. “Animated by dark magic. A necromancer’s puppet. And from the stench of him, he has been that way for more than a year.”

Once Zane is confident I’m okay, he goes to inform his father and brother, but he throws me off guard when he says he’s going to go talk to Death. “Uh, I didn’t realize you knew Death like that.” I respond, shocked. “I do. I will be back, Pet. You don’t want to go to Death’s realm. If you think my coven's realm is creepy, Death’s realm is a thousand times creeper. I think it’s creepy.” Zane states, kissing me on the head. “Take a steamy hot shower to relax you while I’m gone. I won’t be gone too long.”

I said, trying to ease off his worry. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off. “What exactly are you worried about?” I needed to know. I'd never seen Zane look so distressed before. “I think someone's going to die.” My eyes widened as soon as I heard his words. “I know this sounds cliche and all, but I've been having this strange nightmare. I saw a corpse full of blood, but I can't seem to detect who it is. Before I get to see the person's face, I'd abrubtly wake up from the dream.”

Little Zane kept staring at his father's dead body. He felt like screaming but he was frozen and stayed where he was, hidden in the shadows. "ZANE?!"shouted a voice, it was his mother,"Zane are you alright?! Did they hurt you too?! What is going on?!" "Mother, my father is dead. Prince Alfred shot him with a silver arrow in the heart",blurted out Zane, with moisture in his eyes. His mother knelt down infront of him and said,"Don't worry son, you will be alright. I will protect you till my last breath. I won't let those Vampires hurt you! Come with me"

"Are you done messing around? " Zane glanced at Carter, released the man's collar, and threw the fork into a wine glass. "Buzzkill," mumbled Zane, and he swaggered away. No matter what other people said about Zane, Stella was still grateful for his help that day. She never expected someone as unruly and arrogant as him to pass away last year from drowning.

“I’m thinking.” She arched a brow. “Same thing.” His lips twitched, but the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t believe Zane is truly gone, do you?” Rhea’s grip tightened around the mug. “He didn’t die with regret. He died with vengeance in his eyes.” Kaelan nodded. That was what unsettled him the most. Zane hadn’t fought like a man with nothing left to lose. He had fought like someone who still had cards to play.

she said to Zane. He followed her into the guest room, shutting the door behind him, and leaning against it. “How did it go?” Julian asked, looking at him, and folding her arms. “Is she…dead?” Zane hesitated a moment, watching the fear in her eyes grow. “Zane? Did something—” “She's dead,” he cut in, holding her gaze and then laughing at her as she released a breath of relief. “You asshole,” she marched over to him, hitting him playfully in the chest, “That was definitely not funny.”

I snarled. Zane shrugged, “Deal with it, brother. I was only doing the right thing.” I burst into laughter at his words, anger shining in my eyes, “The right thing? By keeping her? Seems we've got different versions of right and wrong.” “You wanna be the one to explain to her mom and our dad that his new daughter died from the pain of our rejection?” Zane asked. I stared at Dane, slightly confused, “What the fuck is he talking about? I haven't seen anyone who died from a rejection. They just get the fuck over it after a while.”

Looking at the nearly lifeless Moira, Zane coldly said, "This is what you deserve. You killed Raina, so you have to pay the price." In the end, Moira's drawer was never opened again. She had died. Zane, on the other hand, collapsed to the ground like a broken puppet. Wailing loudly, he called my name over and over again. "Raina! Raina! Don't leave me…" As I looked at the man before me, who had aged decades overnight, all I could do was sigh. My spirit crouched before Zane. I softly whispered, "I hate you, Zane… In the next life, please don't trap me again."

When I looked down, bloodshot eyes of a face that was somewhat familiar stared back at me. I don’t know his name, but I know he was part of Cane’s men. He mistreated the other girls countless times, too, and seeing him lifeless like this gave me a sense of… fulfillment. Then it hit me with the realization that if this is head… then Zane killed him? “Your men are dead. Now let her go before you’re next, too.” His words were strong; every vowel, every consonant resounding with the resilience of a man who just fought and killed what could be almost hundreds and was determined to keep doing so if needed.