Zane Grey Novel Novels & Stories

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

He looked up at us with those same warm brown eyes and gave a small, awkward smile. Just then, his voice broke the heavy silence. “I’m Zane,” he said, stretching out his hand toward me. My eyes dropped to his hand first. It looked strong but gentle, with long fingers. Then my gaze slowly traveled up to his face. I froze. He was really nice to look at. Messy dark hair, kind eyes, and that soft smile. I couldn’t move. My brain had completely stopped working. Zoey noticed and let out a quiet laugh. She grabbed my arm, pulled my hand forward, and forced it into his. His palm felt warm against mine. A little spark seemed to jump between us, or maybe I just imagined it.

Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book. In the low garage light seeping through the windows, Zane saw it really was a book when he took it out. A white leather book. The cover was browned at the edges, like someone had thrown it in a fire and yanked it out in just in time before he began to burn. Deep grooves appeared between his brows as he opened it, but the words scribbled on the first page just made his blood run cold. --Dear Diary, it's Victoria. Zane's knuckles whitened around the book, and he slammed it down hard against the steering wheel, as fire surged inside him.

So it was true after all. “And the house?” “Older than Zane. It's built on sacred ground. Designed to protect. Every wall, every stone, every damn teacup is enchanted. Zane just renovates every decade.” “And Nocturne City?” I asked. “Neutral ground,” he said. “Both packs can stay or pass through it. Ours and Graywoods.” “Graywoods?” Lucien made a face. “Our lovely neighbors. Led by Alpha Dorian. Less classy, more bite. They don’t like Zane. Think he’s too cold. Too powerful.”

Without instruction. Just nature, doing what nature does when the right conditions finally exist. ______________ I originally intended for Zara to be possessed by morrha but while I was working on the novel, I realised Mira was a better option someone unexpected. thanks for staying with me through to the end of arc one. arc 2 resumes tomorrow. I apologise for only uploading one chapter today ARC ONE ENDS

“I’m so sorry, pup. About all of it.” Before I can respond, the door swings open again. Zane enters, his massive frame filling the doorway as he balances a large, leather-bound book in his arms. The tome looks ancient, its cover worn smooth by countless hands over what must be centuries. His steel-grey eyes find mine immediately, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “James,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from us. “Take a seat.” My father squeezes my hand once before releasing it and moving to the indicated chair. Zane settles the book on his desk with surprising gentleness before taking his own seat beside me. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a constant reminder

Zane dropped into his chair, legs splayed, fingers drumming against the armrest. The jealousy wasn’t quiet..it was a living thing inside his chest, pacing and snarling. He could feel it clawing at him, urging him to act. He’s in the Gray house now. Too close. Far too close. If Avery got comfortable there, if June kept letting him in, Zane knew how this would end. And Zane wasn’t about to sit back and watch it happen. He opened a drawer and pulled out a sleek black notebook. Inside, he began jotting down possibilities.

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.

Alpha Zane's POV I walked around my bedroom in slight worry. The things that councilor Zeph had told me made me worried. Grey had found out about th codex and I was very sure that he had already begun to look for it. If he found it, it would spoil my plans. I relaxed a little though when I recalled that Zeph said that no one has seen the codex in years and that Grey's father died with the knowledge. But I knew Grey. He was relentless. He would turn his entire pack upside down to find it if he had to.