Zane Grey Novel の小説・ストーリー

CHAPTER 17 Engaging The Citizen, Not the Wolf POV: Elara It was snowing. I spent the whole morning watching the snow drift past the glass. Each flake was a tiny reminder of how much I hated the cold. It was quiet here, too quiet, no psychic thrum of the Crescent Pack’s collective anxiety vibrating in my teeth. I lay there lifeless, felt like a ghost haunting my own ribcage.

Evelyn finally looked up at Zara and then she got to her feet, She was slightly taller and that made her feel much better about things, She made sure to stand close enough to her so that she could look down on her. “Ehm… who are you?” she asked with an air of superiority. Zara could not believe what she was hearing and seeing, Who did this lady think she was? Did she think she was in her father’s house? “I am Zara Grey – Mate to alpha Draven,” she was sure to add. In case this tramp was thinking of getting any ideas, that alone should be enough to discourage her. Evelyn didn’t seem fazed by that at all, she just stood there, legs parted and hands on her hips and she ignored Zara and looked a

he muttered before walking off down the street at a pace far too quick to be called graceful. I raised an eyebrow at Zane. “Seriously?” He stepped closer, plucked the book from my hand, flipping through the pages without actually reading. “You let him bother you too long.” “I can handle myself.” “I know. But it’s more fun watching him sweat before he runs.” I exhaled and crossed my arms. “Do you always show up like a ghost every time I’m alone?” He lifted a shoulder, relaxed. “Maybe. Or maybe the universe just likes giving us… very inconvenient coincidences.”

I’m sure several of you hate the death of Rose, Zander’s second chance but they were always meant to live out their love in the stars. The story of Zane and Emily, however, does not end here. You will see them in Zander and Raven’s story; Emily’s pregnancy, her Lycan transformation and childbirth will be bonus chapters in book two. *** Please leave a review before you leave. Thank you, amazing people. Stay safe and blessed. Much love, MEYAA 💞

It was eleven o'clock at this point so Zane decided he had enough story time and bid a farewell to them and walked out. He walked to his barracks and went inside, he locked the door to his room and undressed. He set his weapons on the nightstand. Zane got into bed, since he did not have patrol tomorrow he didn’t set my alarm. He was exhausted so he passed out almost instantly. Zane woke up, as he heard something shrieking in the night. He listened closely and he heard it again. A loud shriek low and guttural, followed by a howl that was shrill and also guttural. Pales, he thought. They must be migrating to the city due to an absence of food in others. He looked at his alarm clock and it said

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Making it so easy. “I like you more than anyone I’ve met since Misery. And when I’m with you, I feel . . . a little less like half of two things, and a little more whole. And when you touch me, it feels right. So right that I forget it’s wrong. I forget that you’re the heart of this pack. I forget that thousands of people rely on you, and that every moment I spend with you, I’m taking something away from them.” I manage a labored gulp. My throat is tight and dry. “So this is what’s going to happen. I’m going to walk in there and take the drugs Layla gives me. This Heat won’t happen. And as soon as the issues with the Vampyre council are officially over and Ana is safe, which will be any day

I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from screaming. "He's gone like the wind. Poof,” she uttered with a weak attempt at humor, mimicking Grey’s action with her thumb and forefinger. “Out of all the males who went to war, my Grey didn’t make it back." My body temperature dropped suddenly, and though I tried to process this information, I was unable to. How? Was this a prank? I had so badly wanted a relationship like Zina's with Grey. Zina had expressed her pain at not having children and had cried on occasion, but I had never witnessed her display such devastation and sorrow.

Everything was planned. Zane, who had been burdened by misunderstanding and isolation, had walked straight into the trap alone. Consequently, I pushed forward until the trees opened into a small clearing, and there he was. Zane had collapsed at the center of a glowing crimson formation etched into the ground, with ancient symbols burning faintly around him. Deep gashes tore across his chest and side, as if the very earth had rejected him. His wolf aura, once overwhelming and fierce, now flickered like a dying flame.