Zane's Series Novels & Stories

Rion spoke in a proud voice. Wait, Zane plays video games? He's actually a nerd? I really didn't see that one coming. Now that I think about it, there's very little I know about him. He's always seemed to be larger than life. A mind boggling puzzle I just couldn't solve but now I'm starting to see that he might just be like anybody else. He's got hobbies, likes and dare I say, fears too. “I know this is supposed to be a provocation but challenge accepted! And you'd better know that I won't lose this time.” Zane declared confidently.

It had to be. “Still doing your brooding villain arc, huh?” a voice drawled lazily from the window behind me. I didn’t even flinch. “Per usual, there’s a door, Zane.” “Per usual, there’s a window,” he replied cheerfully, landing in a crouch on top of the council meeting table like a cat. “Also I forgot my student keycard again.” I didn’t respond. I just went back to fake-reading the papers. Zane dropped onto the chair across from me, spinning it around so the back faced forward like he was about to deliver a heartfelt lecture about peer pressure. He propped his chin on the wood slats and watched me with irritating interest.

I feel the air tightening in my throat as I can't catch enough air to breathe appropriately. Before I notice it, I am collapsing. I fall towards the ground as Zane's large hands come around my body. "Fuck! London! Keep your eyes open for Daddy," I hear Zane screaming as I fail to keep my eyes open as he wants it. ... ***ZANE'S POV*** Zane is passing out on me. Jeez! This is the second time that I am fucking her and she is letting herself get to a high she can't control herself to bring it down. That sucks.

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

After calming himself from the suffocating scent, he sobered up in the men’s room before proceeding to their next class. -xx- Days turned to weeks. With Tyr’s initial plan to get his job done as soon as possible, unexpectedly enough, Zane wasn’t like most humans they’ve encountered. Aside from their gifts strangely not taking effect on him, being a human omega, he’s for sure a special one.

“You don’t act like him.” “Thank God.” Zane chuckled. “One Morreau with a God complex is enough. I prefer chaos.” His tone changed. Just slightly. Enough to draw a shiver up her spine. “You’re the little plaything he’s been keeping upstairs,” he murmured. “Raye, right? Or is it Raven? I can never keep track of all the masks in this place.” Her breath caught. He knew. But how much? Zane stepped closer, his voice a whisper now. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to ruin the game. I like games. Especially when the prize is as pretty as you.” He reached out, just a fingertip, grazing her hip.

SYNOPSIS : At Blackthorne, everyone knows the rules…Know your place, don't offend the wrong person and whatever you do….do not dare challenge Zane Calloway. Amelia Carter accidentally breaks the last one. When she steps into a crowd gathered around Zane and tells him to let another student go, the entire hallway goes quiet. Zane looks at her as if she has just handed him a new game. By the next morning, Amelia's face is on everyone's phones…The scholarship student who works alongside her mother at their laundry business is suddenly Laundry Girl, and Blackthorne's wealthy students have found a new source of entertainment. Serena Calloway makes sure Amelia learns exactly what happens w

Chapter 11 Attack WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Walking deeper into the forest, Zane arrived at her hidden cottage. Feeling a little tired physically and emotionally, she decided to rest inside. Lying down the wooden bed, Zane came up with a reckless idea. Frustratedly pulling her hair while groaning in annoyance.

I laugh. In one quick swoop I slice his throat and stab him over and over again. The anger, the rage! It is all being released from this. I stop. I walk back over to Xane. He was already dead but slicing his throat isn’t good enough. I grab him by his hair and carve a Chelsea Grin onto his face. “Since it was your p… plan to b…burn me you can’t… twin with m… me!” I splutter. I stand up. I walk away with no emotion to find a hiding place.

They were going to be seniors this year and head off to college after that. Zane and Zander were getting ready for their 4th of July party. When they threw a party they went all out. Everyone wanted to be invited to a Whitmore party. Zane had his eye on a girl that was different from the rest. She didn't throw herself at them like the other girls at their school. Allie Trainer. It was going to be his goal to get her in his bed before the end of summer. Zander bet him $1000 that he couldn't do it and was surprised to hear she was coming to their party that night. They both hoped she didn't bring her best friend Kat along. That girl was such a loser.