Zane Grey Novels Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

~ (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.

I’ve been stabbed, chased, thrown off a motorcycle, had a gun trained to my head, and faced death a handful of times, yet it all boils down to what happened tonight. Dante almost died tonight. He had admitted to almost dying multiple times before I even came into the picture and that’s fucked up. He doesn’t live a normal life. He lives among guns, blood, and glory. Meanwhile, I want nothing more than to find my sister and live a quiet life away from all of this. Yet, I’m falling for him. No! This won’t do. I’m not falling for him. I’m here because I need to survive, that’s it.

“I stood right outside Zane’s office for a while just listening to the showdown. You guys are so hot and wild. To think, I totally forgot what brought me to his office after listening to those loud moans and growls. Fuck! I want a man like that.” I became really confused. Which part was she talking about? The encounter with the nurse or the one with Zane? Zara continued without missing a beat. “I just wish Nova could treat me like that and make me beg while he finger-fucks me like that.” My feet went cold. My throat felt tight. “Finger-fucks you? He… he doesn’t do that to you?” I stuttered, barely able to get the words out. “Nah, this shouldn’t be about my relationship,” Zara said, waving it

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.