Zane Novel Novels & Stories

NICO A flicker of pain flashed over Zane’s face, and a sonorous howl as the pack lifted their voices to the sky in unison, brought chills to my bones. It was a howl of loss, of anger and a promise of revenge. Zane bent and picked up Anthony’s lifeless body, holding him close to his chest. “I’m taking him to our bedroom. We can’t leave him here outside.” His voice sounded calm as he went forward to the ruins of his home.

Two men flanked him, one bald, the other with a scar slicing down his cheek. “Well,” Zane said, surveying the scene with a slow, wolfish grin. “Isn’t this cozy?” Raven stood her ground. Crowbar at her side. “Let her go.” He arched a brow. “Her? You mean the girl being sold to the highest bidder in just a few hours? That’s the her you’re worried about?” Raven’s throat burned. “You don’t need her. You’ve already made your point.” Zane moved closer, the toe of his boot brushing against the hem of her jeans. “Oh, sweetheart. I haven’t even started making my point.”

Lena's POV "You should know," Zane said, his voice low and velvet-smooth, "that secrets don’t stay buried in this house for long… especially when they’re in a pretty girl’s head." I froze. I hadn’t even shaken off the chill of Liam’s parting words “Now, you survive” and already another storm was rising. Zane stood just a few feet away, hands tucked casually in his pockets, a lazy smile on his lips like we were discussing the weather. But his smile didn’t reach his eyes. There was danger there, tightly leashed. A warning wrapped in silk.

I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my chin into her hair, whispering things I didn’t know I still believed. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “You’re safe.” For a fleeting moment, I thought maybe she believed me. Maybe we could start again, even if the world outside was burning. But the sound of footsteps shattered that illusion. The door burst open with a loud crack that made Maya jump in my arms. Zane stood in the doorway, rain dripping from his dark hair, his eyes glowing faintly—wolfish, predatory. His presence filled the small apartment like a storm breaking through glass.

If that were to happen, he would have no one but himself to blame, but it would be pretty amusing. That was Zane’s one character flaw. He was too nice and didn’t think much of the feelings of others. It was a good trait to have, but it was also a double-sided sword. Where it made one feel good, it hurt another. And it looked like I wasn’t the only one thinking this, as when I look at where Nol stands, I see a look of anger on his face. Smirking, I hug Zane’s shirt closer to myself as we stop in front of a car.

“I’m so sorry, pup. About all of it.” Before I can respond, the door swings open again. Zane enters, his massive frame filling the doorway as he balances a large, leather-bound book in his arms. The tome looks ancient, its cover worn smooth by countless hands over what must be centuries. His steel-grey eyes find mine immediately, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “James,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from us. “Take a seat.” My father squeezes my hand once before releasing it and moving to the indicated chair. Zane settles the book on his desk with surprising gentleness before taking his own seat beside me. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a constant reminder

“And you didn’t tell me. You let me sit on the beach cracking jokes about mass graves while you—what? Ran people? Arranged pieces? Decided what I’m allowed to know?” Zane watched me for a long moment. No smile. None of the charm he usually wore like a jacket. He reached out, his palm landing at my waist. A touch that confirmed I existed exactly where he needed me to be. “Nothing gets near you unless I hold it first.” “That sounds awfully convenient for a control freak.” My voice rose on instinct. “Congrats, Romano. You’ve mastered being both love and problem in one package.” Zane pulled in a breath. His shoulders shifted a bit. Then he turned, guiding me toward the hallway with one hand stil

I snarled. Zane shrugged, “Deal with it, brother. I was only doing the right thing.” I burst into laughter at his words, anger shining in my eyes, “The right thing? By keeping her? Seems we've got different versions of right and wrong.” “You wanna be the one to explain to her mom and our dad that his new daughter died from the pain of our rejection?” Zane asked. I stared at Dane, slightly confused, “What the fuck is he talking about? I haven't seen anyone who died from a rejection. They just get the fuck over it after a while.”

She was saying when suddenly she realized she shouldn't have said things she just did. Oops! "Yesss!" Azhan groaned in a thoughtful manner as he added while lying her on her stomach, hovering over her, exchanging their positions. "I forgot about that porn novels tell me more about them." Azhan said smirking as she at that time really wanted to cut her tongue off. "They weren't porn...that was romance okay... Zoha gifted me that novel." Anna said turning completely red in bewilderment. She tried to push him away but he didn't even flinch a little. She couldn't use her legs as there was soreness between her legs.

I demanded an answer. “No...!!!!” Zane growled as his eyes was changing and alternating between black and blue. “ it is twenty first century Zane, if you can do it so can I” I screamed into his face and carried on” if you can let another woman touch you so can I. I won’t wait on you and feel sad and lonely. I will move on from you , Zane . I will be with another man if you take Davina as your mistress” “I’ll kill any man who touches you” Zane roared.