روايات وقصص ضمن Zane Dead

The underground was alive with violence. A symphony of blood and bone colliding in the ring, of men who had nothing left to lose betting it all on a single punch. The air was thick with sweat, iron, and the weight of desperation. Kane sat alone in his private room. The dim glow of the overhead light cast sharp shadows across his face. He exhaled, glancing at the clock. 1:55 AM. A knock at the door. His patience was thin tonight.

the latter sighed on the other end. “Your aunt gave birth to a baby boy and Ryan is excited about her. he doesn’t even want anyone getting close to her.” Xavier chuckled. “Isn’t he the one who said he doesn’t want a sibling?” Damien laughed. “That all changed when he saw her, my baby girl won her brother over.” Xavier laughed and JP gave him a look. He cleared his throat. “Uncle, what happened there?” Damien was quiet for a moment. “Alpha Zane died two days ago.” He confirmed making Xavier sigh. He did not know alpha Zane well, but he has met him a couple of times when he visited. “What happened, who killed him?” asked Xavier. “Mason, he came back and challenged the alpha for his position.”

Just with a flick of disgust, like I wasn’t even worth the death he’d promised. “Death would be mercy,” he muttered, stepping back. “And I want him broken.” The room didn’t cheer. Didn’t breathe. And maybe that was the worst part. No gloating. No celebration. Just silence. The kind that follows a funeral. But the corpse was still breathing. Zane was on his knees in chains, barely conscious, his wings twitching like dying flames. His head hung low, his body scorched with Soulbind burns, magic leaking from his skin like blood. Still, he didn’t scream again. He didn’t look away from me.

Death informs us. I’m shocked. He wants us to help him run the underworld. That’s defiantly not what I thought he would want, let alone the fact that I can see my parents. Well, this visit just got a whole lot more interesting. “You act as if you are going somewhere that I would need to take over for you,” Zane states, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can’t die. None of the Five have ever died or been replaced, so stop your nonsense of me taking over for you.”

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Bailey's POV Zane's loss was too much for him to bear. There was no way that he could have survived. His mate was killed and he was seriously maimed. I turned and faced my dad and his mouth was wide open in shock. I dropped Zane's body and walked up to Grey's and prodded him gently with my nose. He was motionless. I couldn't hear no breathing or heartbeat. I let out a sorrowful howl and lay down beside him.

Suzie drew her last breath and the voices stopped. “They are dead,” I muttered. Zane lifted the Priestess' body and placed it on the dinner table. I watched carefully, feeling my void of pain twist me from the inside. “It's not your fault, Zane,” I stated, noticing the regret on his face. “I know but_” He stopped his sentence midway and charged towards me. I was confused by his action but suddenly a scent blew past me and before I could react, I felt a sharp sting in my chest.

"I'm not sleepy." It was not just lack of sleepiness; she was scared. Scared that she might wake up to find Nathan gone, fearing all this might be just a dream. To keep him near, she kept the conversation going. "When Zane Corporation faced problems, there were many rumors about you. Why didn't you clear them up?" "Because those rumors were true. Xander Zane is dead." Abigail quickly interrupted, "Stop saying such things." "By 'dead', I mean he's erased from records, as if he never existed in this world."

He’s been dead for years. I look at Orion, my heart pounding in my chest. /“What the fuck are you talking about? Zane’s dead, Ri.”/ He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away. His eyes are hard, and there’s a darkness in them I haven’t seen in a long time. /“I know what I saw, Osiris. He’s alive.”/ For a moment, I can’t speak. Zane wasn’t just anyone. He was Orion’s mate, the one who rejected him, who tore him apart. The one who was supposed to be dead.