Zane X Aphmau Novels & Stories

Zane murmurs and his eyes instantly clear. They are now green and they appear vulnerable. His heart is loud. Zane is anxious. He doesn't trust anyone, me included. It is as if he is waiting for that moment when the world turns against him. In front of everyone, he appears strong but deep within, he is shaken. Uncertain of tomorrow's outcome. He doesn't want to be alone and I am his only and last hope. I cup my mate's face and wish there was a way I could assure him I don't want to lose him either. I gently press my lips on his and move them slowly. He returns it with the same slow movement.

She whispered amidst it before we heard a voice from the laptop— “You guys know there’s a mute button right, and you can’t afford people hearing conversations like this” Jacqueline also laughed from the laptop. We had forgotten we asked her to join for a second. And while, i pressed to leave. Diane turned me— “There’s a mute button. Like what else is there?” And it was she, who sounded like a millennial now. - These were two groups of people on opposite sides of the world, about to be whooped together by fate and trauma. Aal and Diane. And Weyes Carpenter.

LYRA I turn to my side, facing Zane, as my arm slips beneath my pillow. My fingertips brush against the bone handle of the athame below my head. Aurora’s voice is loud once again, reminding me of what needs to be done. Louder and crueler than before, laughing as though she already knows I've lost. I grip the handle tightly, but freeze when Zane slowly reaches up. His bright eyes lock onto mine, while his skin still has that faint glow of his Alpha power.

We are doomed, aren't we? Xx____xX

… White light flashed, and I returned to the real world. I was back in my old apartment. Everything felt like a long dream. I looked at myself in the mirror. My image felt familiar, yet strange. In that world, I had felt the depths of hate and the thrill of revenge. Everything had settled into a quiet calm. My phone buzzed with a news alert. [Genius pianist Xavier Zane announces a global tour. Tickets sold out instantly!] I froze. Xavier Zane? I clicked on the article and saw a face that I could never forget.

With a sweet smile on her face, she stroked Austin's cheeks, looking tenderly into his eyes, and said, “Damion has lost his sense of reason and his mind. It's only right that another of such high caliber replace him. We are doing this to save our family, and for that to happen, Zane has to die.” The doors to the hospital lobby opened, and Zane rushed inside, heading straight for the waiting room. When Zane met Mr. Alfred and Yoko in the room, he glared at the injection plaster on Mr. Alfred’s arm and walked straight for him, not saying much and just staring at the plaster. “Where did you go?” Mr. Alfred finally asked, having this concern etched on his brow. Without answering, Zane reached ou

The bond hummed between them, feeding him streams of Asher’s calmness, the absolute trust radiating even in unconsciousness. It made Zane feel invincible. Powerful beyond measure. He wanted to throw his head back and howl at the moon, claim the night itself because Asher was safe in his arms, radiating peace simply from being held by him. Ethan kept talking, something about the mess and the smell, but Zane barely registered it. His mind was running miles, trying to diagnose Asher. As a doctor, Zane could piece together what had happened. He didn't know the exact drug Liam had used, but Asher's symptoms...the triggered heat and his crash afterward...pointed to a powerful aphrodisiac.

Each wave hit harder than the last, and still he stayed upright, shoulders squared, gaze unwavering. Zade lost count of how many times his nails cut into his palms. When it finally ended, Xander collapsed to one knee again, breath ragged, sweat slicking his skin. The collar powered down but remained locked in place. “Take him to medical,” Hale said casually. “Let this be remembered.” The crowd dispersed slowly, shaken and silent. Zade didn’t move. Not until the arena emptied. Not until Hale was gone. He followed the med unit down the corridor, keeping his distance until the guards peeled away. Only then did he slip into the room, locking the door behind him.

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.