Zane X Gene Novels & Stories

I could feel my heartbeat increasing. "Fuck!" Lorenzo cursed. "I'm out too" he said swapping swapping his rifle with his Beretta, he cocked it and sent a bullet to the head of a zed that got dangerously close to the pallet walls, with it's brain matter splattering on the pallet. The stench of decay filled the air immediately but we didn't give a damn, we're used to it anyways. "Smith try to contact Dave or Mark, Austin will cover your position" I said slapping off one of the infected that tried to climb the forklift with my gun.

Why did he summon me to witness such tomfoolery? “Just what is the meaning of this, Zane? What nonsense are these people spouting right now?” I demanded, the anger, confusion and just a hint of fear bubbling to a boiling point. “I'm sorry, Rion but I don't have the answers you need. All they told me was that you're the son of Alpha Xyne, the heir to the Blue Solstice Pack and they needed to prove that to you in person. It sounded bizarre to me as well but there's truly no harm in hearing them out at least. This concerns your future and your identity, I couldn't just sweep it under the rug.” Zane explained and I've never wanted to punch him so much in my life.

“But then… how? Solane—” “Was conceived through IVF,” Celeste interrupted, her voice calm and cutting. “Zane’s half-brother, Henry Blackwood…may he rest in peace, had azoospermia.” “...A condition that made him completely infertile. His wife…may she also rest in peace—was desperate for a child. They didn’t want a stranger’s DNA. They begged us.” She met Melissa’s gaze without blinking. “Zane agreed to donate. That’s all. There was no affair. No secret romance. Just family trying to help family.”

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.

"Are you sure he defeated Zane?" The female assistant held a document and playfully stuck out her tongue. "I'm not sure. It's just gossip and Zane himself doesn't admit it. No one can be sure if it's true or not." "Still, I don't think it's possible. Rumor has it that Alexander is only in his mid-twenties. He can't be able to defeat Zane, no matter how powerful he might be." "Well, we know Zane. He's the head of the Yanker family, a hallowed fighter realm supreme grand martial. Oh, Miss Xanthos, why are you so concerned about Alexander? Do you know him?"

Zane pulls me towards himself and when I crash on his chest, I feel the rumble of laughter that seems to tears through him. "Not funny," I grit out slapping him gently across the chest. He stops cackling though, and when our eyes meet, Zane's eyes are warm, they look like dripping honey and I cannot just stop myself from admiring. Zane is physically handsome, I guess this is what makes me a million times attracted to him. Not only that, but he has a vascular beauty you just can't snap your head away, he draws you in a way that you are bound to look.

Digging further, I found connections between Zane’s company and a pharmaceutical front — experimental serums, DNA manipulation, and… wolf blood samples. My pulse spiked. He’s experimenting on our kind. Suddenly, the pieces clicked — the mysterious disappearances, the rogue wolves, the sudden aggression among packs. Zane wasn’t just manipulating Maya. He was building something dangerous. And I was the only one who knew. Night fell fast, swallowing the woods in black silence. I stood outside the cabin, the air sharp against my skin. For a moment, I thought I was alone. But instincts never lied. “Show yourself,” I said quietly.

An older man yelled as we got closer to the portal. We all flung our gazes behind us and saw an older version of Zane, but he was a little taller and his hair was turning gray. He was built like a brick house and like Zane, but they didn’t have the same eyes. Zane’s eyes were sliver and his father’s were goldish gray. Zane had short blondish gold hair and his father’s gold locks were fading with age. I look next to his father and another burly man that could only be his best friend. I also saw the girl that they wanted him to marry and was getting annoyed with the situation. I looked up at Zane and saw that he wasn’t happy about his father showing up.