Zane's Series Novels & Stories

Dawn POV I close the door behind me, put my empty water bottle in the recycling bin and head for my room. The whole while I’m brushing my teeth and washing my face, I’m replaying the events of the day in my head. By the time I’m crawling under the cover I think I have processed everything so that I understand it. The only part that is making rounds in my brain is the incident in the back yard with Zane. About that I’m still really confused. I never noticed how his eyes are the same colour as caramel. Or even though I have seen him without a shirt on like today at the beach, I would never have thought that the muscles of his chest would feel... oh like that. I think I may be in some trouble.

Why am I surprised that Zane is this good at this job? We park in front of a red-roofed farmhouse that looks like something I once saw on a postcard. “No way.” I once again paste my face to the window. “This place is unreal.” “Of course it is. It’s my territory.” “I still don’t think you can take credit for that.” I laugh. “Look— they have cows!” “If I’d known what a fan of livestock manure you are, I’d have— ” I ignore him and exit the car right as a young man comes toward us. His mop of dark curls is swept around by the wind, and his frame is slight, especially for a Were. “Dr. Sem Caine,” Zane explains after they exchange a hug.

KANE I found Zane by the garden wall, arms crossed and jaw clenched tight. The moonlight hit his face just enough for me to see the worry carved deep into it. He didn’t even look at me when I walked up. “You saw it too, didn’t you?” I asked quietly. Zane let out a breath, slow and heavy. “Yeah.” Neither of us said anything for a moment. The air was thick. After what happened with Ariel, we were all shaken. But this... what Dane did...

The Encounter at the Market She saw Zane at the local hardware store. He was wearing a flannel shirt and work boots, hauling bags of mulch into the back of a truck. His massive frame was still there, but the "Obsidian Wall" was gone. He looked tired in a normal, human way—the weariness of a man who worked forty hours a week and worried about his mortgage. Elara’s heart leaped into her throat. "Zane!" she called out, stepping toward him. Zane stopped, wiping sweat from his brow with a rag. He looked at her, his eyes a clear, uncomplicated brown. There was no volcanic amber. There was no recognition.

The voice started, making her sit well and she wiped away the tears that fell from my eyes. “Zane made Alpha Lance murder his parents, putting him in the eyes of the world, and not only that, he tried to wipe out the entire pack but was stopped by Alpha Lance, who executed him and his family. But, sadly, Zane isn’t dead yet. He is back and bound in making everyone suffer.” She ended.

Zane stood near the window, the pale morning light cutting sharp lines across his bare shoulders. His hand hovered over the device for a moment before he finally answered, his voice low and tight. “Sera.” Upon hearing her name, I stilled in my position on the bed. "Zane?” Sera’s voice cracked through the speaker, raw and thick, like she’d been crying for hours. “Please… don’t hang up. I need to explain.” “You already did,” Zane said, his tone sharp but measured, like he was keeping himself on a leash. “You kissed my cousin in my own house.”

I didn’t believe it was pure coincidence that someone would trade a valuable antique for a slip of paper. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zane adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose, then rubbing it awkwardly—clearly guilty. He seemed to think that staying silent would get him off the hook. Kane exposed him without hesitation. “It was Zane.” Zane laughed dryly. “Haha… guess I couldn’t hide it from you.” He then explained everything from start to finish. After watching the livestream, he’d gotten curious about what Kane had written on the slip and went to find Bintia.

Zane clasped her waist tightly but securely so as not to hurt her wounds with his one hand and held her small hand with his other hand, pressing her onto his chest. "No matter who YOU are. No matter what YOUR existence is. YOU are the only light in MY life. I will do my best to explore YOUR Existence and then TAME YOU, CAGE YOU by my side forever . ." Zane whispered in between the kisses. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Zane smiled and said,"That's the last thing I consider you to be" Zane went up to his room and lied down on his bed. It was comfortable but Zane didn't like it. He hadn't slept in a bed for so long. He got down from the bed and lied down on the cold ground and felt more at home. He closed his eyes and a drop of year trickled down his face and then he started crying and put his hand up to his mouth so that no one could hear him. He wasn't crying because he had so many bruises over his body or that he had gotten beaten up and ill-treated for so long in other dimensions, he was crying because he had suffered too much loss, too much pain and too much anguish. It was more than any person should h

Coming to a halt at the door of the storage closet that lay partly open. “…I am not with them, Cole. Speak to me.” “We landed somewhere south but I can’t give you the exact coordinates in case you spill.” “I'm not a blabber mouth, Cole. Is that why your line is encrypted?” “Since you know. Stop asking. How's Zane?” "Zane—he's not right. The way he looked at Mom's grave. He smiled. Real smile. It was freaky as fuck, and I don't ever wanna see that shit again. You gotta move both of them. Don't slow down…"