Zane Grey Novel Novels & Stories

Even though Zane knew that Dicken was inside, he got no response, and the rain continued pulling down heavily, soaking his hair and clothes. Suddenly, lightning lit up the sky, and the sound of thunder echoed, making Zane clench his fist, and he growled, cursing under his breath. As the rain beat upon his body, Zane gazed around the yard, desperately looking for somewhere to take refuge for the night, realizing that he had caged himself in a nightmare, and yet, he wasn't really to wake up from it just yet, not until he had done what he came for.

His blood stains my hands, my chest, and the scent of it—metallic and sharp—fills the air. “Stay with me, alright?” I mutter, my voice tight as we stumble down the hall. “You’re gonna be fine. We’ll fix this.” Zane doesn’t respond, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as more blood drips from his lips. He leans heavily against me, his body trembling, and I can feel the panic building in my chest. This isn’t supposed to be happening. Not after everything we’ve been through. We make it to Nova’s room, and I kick the door open, not bothering to knock. She’s inside, bent over a table covered in books and herbs, but she looks up immediately when we enter, her eyes going wide at the sight of

"I got it open while you guys were--busy." Zayne went through the window first, before helping Tori and I through. Ava was next, and then Kade. I was surprised that Zayne could actually get his hands dirty, but that in no way changed my opinion about the man. His styled hair and tailored suits made him seem neat and untouchable. This was the side of Zayne that little got to see, I suspected. The side that got his hands dirty--the side that had helped to free countless white wolves. Zayne Novak wasn't black or white, but various shades of grey.

He crashed into a highway barrier and ended up in the ICU. Alas, by then, I no longer cared. A year later, on my birthday, I received a package. Inside were documents transferring all of Kian’s assets to me. There was also a heavy gold bracelet and a suicide note. "Lane, you were right. I'm filth. I never deserved you. This is everything I owed you, finally returned. In my next life, I’ll serve you and cook for only you." A message from Harper followed shortly afterward. "Kian’s dead. Isabel stabbed him more than a dozen times. He died on the spot. Then she jumped off a building and killed herself, too."

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 💞

Grey replied with a grin. Zyrielle Grey De Elleonor, or simply Grey, was the most handsome among their group. The youngest of three siblings, he was the son of a businessman and a famous actress. Grey possessed a face that could rival myths, with gentle eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and slightly rosy lips that caught attention wherever he went. Blue held the middle part of his body. “Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?”