Zane Grey Novels Novels & Stories

I whispered, already knowing the response. As I cried, the door was pushed open, and the last person I expected to see walked in with a satisfying grin on her lips. “Well, if it isn’t the almighty Ember Stone who thinks she’s some supreme Luna… Why are you crying, Ember? Didn’t Alpha give you what you wanted?” Zara mocked as she shut the door and walked a few steps closer to me. Zara Grey, bride of the late Alpha heir Noah Grey, Thane’s younger brother. They had gotten married two years ago after Thane was crowned the Alpha of the Claw Bane pack.

What could that mean? Gray….like they were…like they were…I couldn’t even think the word. I don’t know how long I stood outside the room, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, the doctor asked me to come back in. “I examined him,” the doctor sighed. I didn’t like the look on his face. “And?” I prompted. “It’s the poison, Eden,” he told me. “It’s spreading. It’s getting…worse.” “Worse how?” I asked. I needed to know. He was holding back, afraid to tell me what he knew. I could see it in his eyes. But I had to know. What was happening to Zane? Why had his hands turned gray?

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

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.

Lamia tells me, refilling my glass as well as hers. We sit for a while reminiscing the old days when we first met, and the fun we had. We avoid mentioning Kira, or Zane Noir, her first mate. Even three years later those names were still too raw to say. To both of us. I know she loved Zane, she lost their child and him and that will forever be with her. I will always be in awe of my best friend's strength, but looking back it was inevitable that would Zane would die. Lamia is part Dire Wolf, born to be a breeder, Zane was never strong enough to protect her, and neither was Kellen, I hate to admit. With Mathias, wearing his scent, no one would ever deem to touch her in fear of his wrath. He ow

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Caitlin sat on the floor between the stacks in the dark, silent library, bleary-eyed, her back against the metal frame and every muscle in her body aching as she hunched over a stack of books in her lap. It had been a marathon of reading, and books were strewn everywhere, as if an avalanche of them had fallen down upon her. Her eyes were blurry and she rubbed them again, determined to keep going.

But without Caleb by my side, I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to go on. I feel so confused. I don’t know what to do next. Please, God, help me…. * As the sun rose in a huge ball over the horizon, Caitlin ran through the streets of New York. It was the apocalypse. Cars were turned over, bodies lay about, and there was devastation everywhere. She ran and ran, down avenues which never seemed to end.

Alright, I never thought I would update this book again, but I'm pissed off. I'm really annoyed and fucking hurt. I can't believe how bloody rude some people can be and I'm tempted to not even write the second book because people commenting on this are so inconsiderate. I know the ending isn't happy, but not all books are happy and do you think I wanted to kill off Greyson ? Not really, I loved writing his character, but it happened and I've had the ending planned since I started writing this book and I know what I want to happen after. I wouldn't be able to write the second book if Greyson didn't die because I've been planning it for ages, so if you want Greyson to be alive right now then y

(26). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 26: Over “Zane! Just give up! We’re lost!” “We are not lost, I recognize this place!” Zane trekked on, determined. The afternoon sun was baking him like a casserole, leaving him drenched in sweat, but he kept moving. “We’re walking in circles,” Ryder heaved, falling onto his knees. Blake hoisted his classmate back up by his arms.