Zayden Borders Novels & Stories

They all had smiles on their faces. “Let’s do this.” I tell them. Dawn chuckles before standing and walking over the left side of Zayden’s desk. She opens the bottom draw and pulls out a black leather binder. “This is Zayden’s book that has all the packs in it within a five-state radius. They are ordered from closest to furthest. I believe he only called the five or six closest packs to us.” Dawn said opening the little book to show that each page is marked with a sticky note sticking out for easy access to the right pack.

I whisper to Amy, “Can you stay with Ellie and Beth while I take Zach and check the border?” “Of course, I can, Layla.” I hesitate, not wanting to leave them, but if I don't go now, we lose our only chance of finding anything. Zach and I take an SUV to the border. When we reach the pond, we shift. Lea picks up the female's scent immediately. She growls as she says, “She crossed the border over there; we will have to leave our territory, Layla.”

I glared at him, as he leant against the door his hand neatly tucked into the front pockets of his jeans. He better have important news, or else the punch that was stopped will be on him. But I knew he always had a habit of acting like a brother, more than a Beta who needed to follow orders. ''Look Zay, I know you're still mad as hell, so I'm sorry about last night. But I didn't just come here to apologise.'' He rolled his eyes. Good, I thought, then you don't need a beating. ''Rouges are on the borders, could be Darren. We just came to know, and I really hate to tell you this, but it seems like they're, pretty close to your little mate.'' I glared harshly at him when he called Athina 'my li

Delivered at the gate of Moonlight Pack's territory, at the boundary where the packhouse grounds ended and the neutral territory began, with Jace standing on his side and Zayden standing on ours and the remaining wolves of both groups arranged at a distance that gave the words space to be what they were. Not a threat performed for an audience. A fact stated for the record. "The children of my bond are not available to any claim from any direction," Zayden said. "Not from this pack. Not from any individual connected to this pack. Not from anyone acting on behalf of any interest originating here." He held Jace's gaze with the specific, settled quality of someone who has moved past anger into s

Zayden said, trying to smile. "How are you, Zay?" his older sister Ariana asked with concern, touching Zayden's arm. "I'm doing well. When did you come back?" Zayden asked. "Two days ago," replied Ariana, who is currently working as a doctor in the border area. The woman was very brave; she did a job to help refugees and victims of war at the border. "Apparently you ignored Big Brother's message. Come home once in a while," said Ariana.

He was so panicked he tripped over his own feet, falling into the sand and crawling until he was kneeling before me, panting for breath. ​"My King! My King!" he gasped, his face pale. ​I looked down at him, my smile disappearing. I didn't like being interrupted. "Speak. Why do you stop my victory celebration?" ​The messenger swallowed hard, clutching a scroll with a black wax seal. "A message from the Borderlands, Sire. It is about Zayn... the Demon Alpha." ​The crowd went instantly quiet. The name Zayn was like a curse. He was the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, a man said to have the power of a thousand demons.

Zayn smiled and said, “It’s not as incredible as it sounds. Frankly, I was just lucky.” Next, they chatted for a while before Joe asked, “What do you plan to do next, Sergeant Larson?” Everyone looked at Zayn. Zayn kept quiet for a moment before saying, “I’ll be heading to Yando City next to pay Sir Ares a visit. After considering it for a while, there’s something that I decided to tell all of you.” “Hmm, what is it?”

In a game where you have to kill your friends and family just to win and survive, no one really wins at all. “Use it, Zayden. Save yourself.” Yekaterina said, when Zayden just stayed rooted where he is sitting. He looks lost in a trance, unable to move. He had laid down Blaize’s body on the ground beside Minerva and he sat down there leaning against the wall, staring into nothing.

But you know how these things work, as long as he's in the midst of guys like Stephan and Zyaire, his beauty doesn't count much. Zyaire had seven friends, Stephan being number one. Except for Stephan, Tommy, and Jiro, the rest of his friends weren't much to look at. Jiro is an American Japanese. His mother is of Japanese origin. He is quiet, loves smiling with his eyes closed, silently offering his friends his chips, and almost always playing games on his phone. From what Zayne told me, he is the only one apart from Stephan he could tolerate, the only one among Zyaire's friends who genuinely cared about Zyaire. But you know Zayne, he still hates the guy because he can't stand people.

Territories marked in dark ink,borders,patrol routes. Places I recognized and many I didn't. Zayden stood behind the desk. He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were on one of the maps, one finger tracing a border line slowly while his jaw worked in the tight controlled way of someone thinking through something they didn't like the answer to. He let me stand there for a long moment. Then he looked up. "Sit," he said. I sat in the chair across the desk from him. He straightened and looked at me fully. Gray eyes moving through my face, my shoulder, my hands folded in my lap.