Zane X Gene Novels & Stories

It was brutal, and countless lives were lost. It had taken generations for our kind to recover. “Does this have anything to do with my bloodline?” Zach asked, finally piecing it together. Nika and I exchanged a glance. “Yes,” she said. “You carry a rare gene passed down through generations. It only activates in one out of every ten generations of your family. That gene connects you to a catalyst wolf.” She paused. “You could call it, the bad gene of destruction.” Zach let out a short, humorless laugh. “So my cursed gene caused all this,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I’m the reason.”

It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater heights. Iphan looked after Harmony. She was not only his sister but his business. With a politician for a father and a lawyer for a mother, he had no other choice as an older brother but to look after his kid sister as their parents were barely present. Kane on the other hand chose to laze around. Business was just not his thing. Aside his girlfriend Jhene, money was all he craved and he couldn't be more grateful he was a part of X-habit. •

This is unusual for me because I am always in command of myself and never say anything without first thinking it through. When I turned to face her, she had a scared expression on her face and appeared pale, as if she was ready to pass out. "Is there a problem, Shirl?" someone asked. Alpha Zane had barely registered who had spoken or what had been said; his mind was racing with various notions, the most disturbing of which was whether she was of a Beta ancestry. "Does it make a difference?" his wolf begged him. "No, it doesn't," Zane replied adamantly, "but I told you my conditions for accepting her."

A wild wolf pup, sure, but not a shifter pup so young and small. Dacia prances on his feet, it's so strange to see the wolf I once knew as big and mighty, now so small and innocent looking. As Zane grows, so will his wolf, and I am a hundred percent sure he will grow to be the Alpha wolf he once was. If not, then maybe bigger than he was before. After all little Zane also carried Lamia’s DNA which meant he could have the dire wolf gene.

“So you just took them in? Why? You could’ve left them with the authorities.” Xavier ran a hand through his hair, the frustration building. “I tried Ember. But the situation wasn’t that simple, and I couldn’t just leave them there.” “That’s messed up,” she said, shaking her head. “Why would their aunt do that to you? That’s manipulative and cruel.” Xavier nodded grimly. “It gets worse. I did a DNA test to clear things up, and the results came back positive. Zane and Alana are mine.”

Zane cleared his throat, trying to regain everyone’s attention after his brother’s explicit act. “Pardon Jaxon’s impatient nature, he’s just too excited to meet Mike. What I’m saying is, we’re sex demons, and we need sexual energy to feed on, which we’ll be getting from you all.”

And if the European Council decided to take further action once they learned what he'd done he might have to. "Mind you, I am not a geneticist, but I have consulted with your own Council Member Xylon Lukos. The panther genes have been transmitted female to female on the "X" chromosome. They apparently have to match with a Werewolf "X" chromosome in order to be active. Since the males only have one "X", it deactivates the panther genes and they cannot be passed on by his descendents. So only direct female line descendents will carry the panther characteristics." Jeff nodded his head, remembering back to genetics classes in medical school. The rest appeared lost.

More specifically, if my dad and brother gave me permission, because my mom's permission does not exactly count. Zane is the son of the Shaw family, a rich family who owns many warehouses in Russia, Australia, and Brazil. They are all part of the billionaire boys club and that's how my parents knew them. That's also a reason why they approve of Zane and I's friendship, because he came from a respectable family.

“I can’t help much, but I promise I’ll handle everything with the magazine. I won’t let it become a burden for you.” Layla’s smile was gentle. “That’s more than enough.” Just then, her phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar local number. “Hello, this is Layla. Who’s speaking?” A warm, slightly amused voice replied, “Miss Xander, it’s me. Do you recognize my voice?” Layla’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Are you the gentleman who spoke up for me at Grandpa Perry’s funeral?” “Exactly. The younger ones at Perry Corporation call me Mr. Zane. Feel free to do the same.” His tone became a bit more serious. “I got your number from Mr. Perry Sr.’s butler. I hope I’m not bothering you?”

He looked to me for clarification because he felt left out of the loop. “Shut it, handsome. Stop teasing him. Yes, you can call him Zane. But, since Handsome likes to be a fucking drama Queen, let’s get the formal introduction out of the way. Xander, Ethan, meet Zane Daxeeth Venscothi.” “The Alpha King,” Ethan gasped like a fangirl. Oh, I would never let him live down his gasps regarding Papa. They were positively priceless and even better than his name really being Ethaneal.