Zane Leveling Build Novels & Stories

he said, setting the plate on his desk before coming over to me. “Not at all,” I said as he kissed me. I filled him in on the conversation—leaving out Deek’s fears about fatherhood. Alphas rarely wanted their vulnerabilities known. “That’s great news. They’ve been trying for years,” Zane said. “Yeah. Speaking of… I was reviewing the Blood Moon Pack’s numbers. Even though they train young, I’m not sure how skilled they are. But based on their size, we’re evenly matched. Maybe we should ask Deek for backup when we move against them.”

I didn’t agree to that, but would it be that bad? Not for nothing, but Zane is sexy as hell. He’s mysterious and definitely dangerous. I can sense he’s powerful. Zane’s aura is more potent than an alpha’s aura. He demands respect and loyalty. He’s not a man to mess with. His job is to collect the souls of the dead and deliver them to Death. Yeah, he’s not an enemy I want to have. In a way, I’m intimidated by him, and he doesn’t even own my soul yet. Combined with his handsome good looks and fit body, I bet he knows exactly what to do with a woman.

Zane drops all his gear at the back of the carriage and sees a bottle labeled 'Strength potion, grade 5' he drinks it and his body felt light. "You two, hop on the back. We're heading to the stable right there. I'm going to grab a better carriage that has 4 wheels and what a horse can pull," Zane said. Clarissa hops in and does not say anything, Lucia hops in and says, "thank you!" Zane pulled the carriage easily. As he just drank a potion that increased his physical capabilities. The two noticed how strong Zane was. But they noticed the bottle that he drank from, so they weren't surprised.

I asked suspiciously as I wiped my tears. “You don't need to worry about that.” Zane said, waving me off as he attempted to work out of the room. His intentions were clear as day. He was going to find Kaizen and fight him. Was I stupid to not want him to hurt my mate? Probably. I grabbed his hand once again as I looked up at him. He was very tall, probably 6'5 or so. Lycans tend to have large bodies and height, so I had to uncomfortably strain my neck to look up at him. “I know what you want to do, Zane.” He didn't look surprised that I did. “Can you listen to me for once and let it be? For my sake, please.” I stared up at him with glossy eyes.

the Zane guardian cried out, displaying a final attack as he felt the rush of Zephyr’s oncoming attack. Once again the two traded blows. However, the Zane guardian’s expression swiftly changed. The force that came forth was too strong. He could not even react before he was blown away. The guardian was blown back several steps before everyone’s eyes. ‘Impossible!’ the Khan people thought. They could only stare wide-eyed at Zephyr like he was a monster. He was the one they wished to protect earlier! How could a Strength of level nine overpower an Agile of level four? Impossible!

His eyes glowed faintly as he let his thoughts drift. Zane’s pack was the key to his rise, the foundation upon which he would build his empire. Slowly but surely, he would dismantle Zane’s world, piece by piece, until there was nothing left. And then, when the time was right, he would take what was rightfully his, or what he thinks is rightfully his. 12:00 AM Cana’s phone buzzed, the soft sound cutting through the quiet of the bedroom. She stirred, quickly shutting off the alarm before it could wake Zane, who lay beside her, his exhaustion evident in his deep, steady breathing.

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

Thirty-nine seconds. "It is not a bomb," Zane said. His hands did not stop moving. His eyes were scanning the server architecture, following the logic of the countdown sequence through the rig's control infrastructure. "It is a scuttle," he said. "The legs are rigged to blow. The whole structure goes underwater in about four minutes once the sequence completes." "Stop it," Lucian said. "Working on that." Twenty-six seconds. The servers hummed. Zane moved through the system the way he moved through a defensive line, reading the gaps before they opened, committing to the decision a half second before anyone else saw it.

He whimpers loud, pre-cum leaking. "Everything....plans, numbers," Kaelen growls, dropping to suck Zane's cock, wet and deep. Zane breaks, babbling: "Fifty members, bases in caves and undercity. Artifact for portal to demon realms....summon army, overthrow king." Jackpot, way beyond the novel! My body's on fire, cock throbbing; I pull my fingers out, replacing with my erection, thrusting deep. Zane cries out, clenching. Ardyn joins, freeing Zane's hands partially to grip us, then fucks his mouth, slow and dominant.

And why the hell does he have to look like that? Zane isn’t dressed for training the way the rest of the pack is. No loose tank. No standard issue gear. He’s wearing fitted black combat pants that sit low on his hips, clinging to thick thighs like they were designed specifically to remind women why self-control is a myth. And that outline of his package… holy hell. I’m fucking salivating. I swear my beast is purring in my head. A dark long-sleeve compression shirt moulds to his torso, stretched tight over his broad shoulders and chest. The pack sigil is stamped over his heart.