Zane Grey Novel Novels & Stories

Something in the process of evolving. Andrei hadn’t said much since that night. They passed each other in corridors, exchanged glances that lingered too long, but with them, words had become less necessary. The silence between them now carried weight. It still harboured resentment, but still carried respect. The weight of a dozen words left unspoken. Zane found himself in the library again with no fire this time, only the gray illumination of morning light. He pulled a book from the shelves something about the evolution of aristocratic dynasties. He didn’t care for the content. It was the weight of the book in his hands, the way knowledge felt like armor.

Shooting them down as they came out of a den with a rifle and a few other soldiers. That story was definitely the best out of all of them. Zane was drinking moonshine with them getting very drunk, they all were. Suddenly a drunk Richards came up to Zane and asked him for a story from his eight years of survival. “Well,” Zane said and thought. Then he started to speak of his most recent event of clearing Pales in a grocery store. They listened in silence, shocked that someone could kill Pales so silently and efficiently. “They were inexperienced, so that made it easier but I could have died there.”

My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called. New vampires? I thought, does that mean when they’re children? I wondered as I picked it up. Just as I pulled it out from its resting place, I heard a small thump behind it. I looked into the bookshelf to see an old black book had fallen behind the ones in front. Setting the one in my hand on a little wooden table next to me, I picked up the black book. I took in a sharp inhale of breath when I saw the same detailed pattern that was on the dagger Kyan had shown me. ‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for.

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.

With that, Cliff moved out of sight and down the hall, the door clicking softly behind him, leaving me alone. "It'll be fun besides if we wipe out you're a werewolf, and you have healing abilities," Visha stated before I could say anything in response, the garage door opened again, and Zane's body filled the doorway. He wore gray guess jeans and a black T-shirt that I was sure was some other expensive brand because, well, it was Zane. The shirt hugged his toned chest and muscular arms perfectly and left his tattooed arms and neck on perfect display. His onyx hair was tousled slightly, and he had decided against shaving today as I noticed the darker stubble on his face. I clenched my thighs t

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

As Tyler collected it, I took a step closer to him, so I would be able to see what was so amusing and shocking. "What the… who the hell is he? Are you fucking kidding me?" "It's so fucking stupid we didn't recognize him earlier. He really did well on hiding his real identity." Zane said. "What do you mean?" Inwardly, I also asked the same question. "It's him, Alpha Christian Grey, the alpha of the blood moon pack."

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

ZORIANNA'S POV With a sudden determination and a new zeal, I turned around, removed my hands from my hoodie pockets and pick up my bag from the rock. With a satisfied smile, I quickly ran to the nearest bookstore. An hour later, I was seated on my bed staring at the pretty girlie journal I got today, I decided to pen down something before leaving the hostel. Thankfully my bunkie wasn't around so I have all the privacy I wanted. I was already dressed for my journey and have already sorted out my travel box and school bag.

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.