Zane Skin Minecraft Novels & Stories

The woman staring back at me in the mirror was like a stranger. Gone were the flowing blonde tresses that once fell to my waist. I felt a weird sensation as I passed my fingers through my short-cropped hair, a prerequisite for coming of age. I had dressed in a variation of the standard linen tunic, adding a roped belt, allowing me freedom of movement for the day’s climb. The regulation tunic worn by most of Zantus’s female population allowed the individual to rely on character and intellect rather than be preoccupied with appearance. Men, however, were allowed colorful sashes of the finest materials. They could also wear bracelets and medallions, depending on their status.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

The pixie Magicians were putting fairy wings and they had their hair up in a beautiful bun. The dark magic were putting on incognito outfit that almost made them look invisible. “If you keep staring at them, you might turned into a rock!” A voice and a laugh came from behind me, and I turned around. “Oh, I am not into Medusa magic.” “I know, I was just joking. Nice to meet you. My name is Ana. I am kind of new here but I am into light magic.” She stretched out her hand to shake me. “I am Kirah. I am also new here. I am a Doxante Magician.”

The home team won. Within ten minutes, the suite doors flew open, and the heavy, intoxicating scent of winter, sweat, and raw male dominance flooded the room. Zane walked in first, already stripped down to his training gear, his face flushed from the adrenaline. "Happy almost-birthday, little sis," Zane boomed, lifting me off my feet into a crushing Vance-style hug. "Twenty-one. I can’t believe I haven’t locked you in a tower yet to keep the wolves away."

Zane's voice came out in the form of a ragged breath. "you don't like the pack. and if you come, you are going to have to use that ring Elqenna gave to you." Elqenna gave Zane a ring that could help him maintain a human form for a few hours a day without making him blind. Zane hated the ring because he didn't want anything to do with Elqenna, but sometimes he still used the ring. "I don't care." Zane brushes his lips gently against Aria, teasing her. "your gown zip is open." his hands find the naked skin of her back.

He leaned forward and with the softest of touches, he planted a kiss on my lips and sparks ignited all over my body once again. I was thankful that it was dark around us because then he wouldn’t see how tomato red my face instantly got. “I’ll mindlink Skye to come over here. Just wait for him. See you again very soon, Steele.” Those were Zane’s last words before he disappeared into the woods. I let out a big and deep breath as I slumped on the snowy ground. I dug my hands onto it and watched as it fell like powder when I raised my hands up. I smiled to myself.

It was quieter up here, the lighting warmer, the racks of clothing arranged with enough space between them that browsing didn't feel like a fight. Zane was seated on a low couch with his back toward me. He turned slowly when he heard me approach, grey eyes moving over me in that measured way he had. Not invasive, just observant, the way someone looks when they're paying attention. That was when I noticed it: a tattoo peeking out along the side of his neck, dark ink against his skin. I hadn't seen it before. When had he gotten that? "Come and sit." He gestured to the space beside him.

I need to keep my self-esteem up before my social anxiety gets the better of me. Zane steps out in black jeans, a dark red t-shirt, black boots, and his trench coat. I like his trench coat, and he wears it open. It's a simple steampunk-styled trench coat. It has twelve silver buttons with a design on the buttons, and it goes to his knees. He seems to favor this trench coat since I’ve seen him wear it on three different occasions now. I notice it has a hood on it, but I haven’t seen him wear it with the hood up. He is sexy, I think, as we leave the room to go to the dining hall.

Zane looked at her for a while. “Fine,” he agreed and walked out of the room. “I don’t think he is scary!” Luka announced. “Neither do I,” Ava confessed, and they giggled. Zane came back wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Ava would definitely ask him to wear that again, but for now it wouldn’t do. “Nope. You look like a sexy tug from a Hollywood movie.” “Come on, angel. This is what I have. I don’t do colourful floral shirts and shi… stuff like that,” he told her.