Zane's Series Novels & Stories

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.

Sera was quiet. "And Zane," she said. I looked at her. She was not looking at me. She was looking at the founding ground with the patient eyes of someone who had built something from nothing and understood what building required. "Zane is not complicated," I said. "Zane is the right thing in the right place at the right time." I paused. "Kaden is something I need to close properly. Zane is what comes after the closing." I looked at my hands. "I'm not confused about which one is which."

************************** Joey's POV "What do you mean by that? Who is Zane?" Lena asked Ethan came to help me up. "Zane is the dark figure, the one you've been seeing in your visions and nightmares, and he just made his first move", I replied. "What can you tell us about this Zane?" Ethan asked "Oh dear expressionless, I can tell you a whole lot about this Zane" "How long have you been keeping this information from us" Lena asked

My fingers curled slowly. Another victim. Another woman. Another life ended. Zane suddenly climbed onto the couch beside me. He stared at the screen. “What are they talking about?” he asked softly. “A bad person hurt someone,” I said gently. He watched the screen carefully. The camera zoomed in on the victim’s clothes. Zane leaned closer. “Wait.” I frowned. “What?” He pointed at the screen. “Her chest.” I squinted. There. A stain on the shirt. Red.

she cried and he saw the sincerity in her eyes. Zanea fell on the ground and his wings suddenly vanished and he slowly became a human. He felt that he was starting to feel weak and he knew he was also going to die, as the punishment for killing Blake. But he didn't care all he could feel was pain and regret.

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

Zane uttered, pouting his little mouth in anger. Zara sighs, crouching down to his size as she looks at the little boy who has a striking resemblance to her__Zane didn't take after his father. Instead, he looked like Zara, although his eyes were different. And unlike Zara's honey brown eyes, Zane had Sapphire blue eyes like his father. "Zane, you have to stay away from the bad man and woman(King Luther and Myla) or they'd hurt you. Please, Zane, listen to your mother," Zara pleaded.

Then… A cold voice cut through the corridor. “Who the fuck gave you both the right to be down here?” Winnie froze. Nikolas stiffened. My blood turned to ice. I looked past Winnie’s head. Zane stood at the entrance. Tall, broad and dark His presence swallowed the hallway. He looked… bigger. Heavier. Like his rage had weight. My heart twisted painfully. Nikolas and Winnie bowed slightly. Winnie’s hands trembled. Zane ignored them. He walked forward slowly.

Melissa’s POV “It’s Hunter,” Zane says, his tone unreadable as he gets back from the desk to ask the one being visited by Andrew. “Apparently his head was hit on marble pretty hard and he’s completely passed out. Andrew is still debating whether to not to spend money on him to get him out of a coma.” I rest back down on my bed, watching Zane sit down on the chair next to me. He doesn’t hold my hand. It feels like his thoughts are moving far away from him. Far away from me.

She seemed very weak. "No. The Eyeless. Morton. She is the Eyeless" Hart shouted excitedly. "The Zombie fighter" Morton moaned. "What is she doing here?" he asked in confusion. "I don't know" Jansen let go of her. "You know I've been planning to meet you one day and pick it up with you. I just wish my boss here allows me to have a fight with you today" Hart walked towards her. He grabbed her arms and wanted to lift her on her feet.