Zane Dead Novels & Stories

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

"Yes, Alpha" Ciaran watched as Dax helped Pete off the ground and hobbled away. Micheal returned carrying Zane's lifeless body, now barely recognizable, up the hill. Ciaran stared, took a deep breath and shook his head in disappointment. Zane was one of his finest fighters. "Prepare his body. We will take him to his mother and father as the sun sets." Ciaran said, still unable to look away from the bloody gore that once was his pack member, before he turned away and ran to the pack hospital.

“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 didn't want to lose my brother. "I will be fine, go find Sierra," Zane muttered. Despite his eyes closed, he could hear everything we were saying. "We're not leaving your side." Dane and I said in unison. Zane coughed the remained silent. I tapped his face, "Hey! Open your eyes." My heart panicked. "I'm not dead," Zane muttered. I heaved a sigh of relief. "We need to inform Dad, this isn't something we can handle by ourselves," Dane said staring at Zane with his arms folded akimbo.