Zane Grey Novels Novels & Stories

I scrutinized my surroundings, searching for Daisy or Melissa, but none of them were in view. I jumped into the fight crawling and sunk my teeth into the furs of the wolves as I opened up my mind to send a mind link to Zane … “ Zane!" “ Zane!” Silence. I couldn’t connect with my mate. Our bond was cold and I think that it was from the distance between us. Then I tried connecting with Raven … hoping she could get my link. “ Raven! “ ******

“Can’t we go a day without some new thing coming along?” Zane was silent. I opened my eyes to see him frown at me in surprise. “What?” “I thought the same thing yesterday,” he said. “I mean, let’s count them up here. First, Chloe gets kidnapped.” “Zane,” I said as gently as I could. “What?” “First, Olivia died in childbirth, and Grace almost died.”

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

“No. It’s your eyes. Your body. The scent of your blood. I had been trying to figure you out, and now I see your resemblance. She was an unusual healer. Highly skilled, but controversial. Yes. Now it makes sense. You have many admirable qualities, and you are not Transitus or Epsilon. You are the remaining bloodline of the fallen House of Grey. Lady Clara Grey, sired by Lord Donovan, Beta of your pack.” He shook his head. “You should have had an alias. You made it too easy for me to figure it out.” I clenched my fists. “Grey is a common surname in the South, especially in the Moonstone Pack.” He smiled, and it alarmed to see regret in his eyes. “Perhaps it was. The name has fallen out of fav

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

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.

~ (Raziel) Anthony brought me a whole stack of books, everything that he could find, every piece of literature known to the Underworld about dreamwalking. I had spent hours pouring over every book, committing everything I read to memory. I didn't want to miss a single thing. There had to be a way I could help Rayne. I was already so exhausted after the day I had endured. That, and all of this reading on top of it, had me fighting to stay awake. I swear I only closed my eyes one time and the next thing I know I'm dreamwalking.

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

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.