Zayden Stormvoid Novels & Stories

Nonetheless, inside the room, a person in a black school uniform was emitting a dark aura while staring intently at the picture of a beautiful woman smiling together with her cute little daughter, sitting on her lap. “Mom, I made a promise to you and Uncle Ben, but...” she gently touched the mirror that shows the reflection of a teenage boy and his obsidian eyes burning on fire. Clenching her palm, she said in a cold monotonous voice, “I, Zitrey d' Nightroad will definitely catch him! I really will!!!” The veins in her forehead bulging with rage were somehow gone when she heard a pleasing and concerning voice of a woman, “Zeth, it's still early in the morning. Did you have nightmares?”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

All I knew was I was running, and I was doing it as fast as possible…well, until I bumped into something as hard as a wall. “Easy…” The voice came in, and a hand surged forward, grabbing my arms and holding me still from falling. My breath hitched slightly, and I cast a glance, but in that brief moment of confirmation, all the air in my lungs vanished, and I froze. I had been too broken to play the voice in my head, but thinking about it now, he sounded as hot as he looked. Zaydeen Black of the Blacktorn stood at a reckless 6’4”, towering above me with a fucking six-inch advantage. He was dressed in a cosmic night suit, yet it hugged his figure so well my inner self churned from the sight.

But I left. Fast. And the moment the door shut behind me, the façade cracked. My breaths came shallow, and my fingers trembled. Stronger than me. Stronger than any wolf I had ever touched. Not just powerful… Untouchable. “What the hell…?” I whispered. This wasn’t Xavier. This wasn’t Kai. This wasn’t even Lorenzo at his worst. This was something else entirely. Something I had not been prepared for. And for the first time in years…

“Messy. Loud. Unpredictable. With room for growth, failure, and really bad jokes.” Blake salutes. “Hey.” The Sleeper’s amusement deepens. Especially bad jokes. The Arbiter’s sigils stutter, conflicting directives colliding. SOVEREIGNTY MODEL… NONSTANDARD. “Welcome to Midnight,” Ethan says. “We don’t do standard.” The void begins to collapse—not violently, but gently, like a bubble popping. Reflections fade, replaced by solid ground beneath our feet. Trees reassert themselves, ley lines glowing warm and steady once more.

his wolf Xander said in a playful tone but Kayden showed no interest in speaking to him. " Look on the bright side at least you now have some time to get more bitches and blow their backs out huhhh," Zayne nudged him playfully with his elbow but received no reaction. Zayne underwood was his beta and Zaide Paraskevas was his delta, two of his child hood best friends, practically his brothers. They tried so many times to warn him against Silvia but Kayden as too blinded by his love for her. "Ahhh there it is Le Sinsation, haven't been here in a while. Trust me Kayden this place is Hell on Earth."

"We both know that I can easily snap your feeble neck before you even pull that trigger." I tried not to let his words get to me, but we both knew he was right this time. Zayn Cardinal was the strongest wolf in the entire Great Landmark, the most powerful alpha among the four major packs. No one had been able to defeat him since the day he turned 17, succeeding his grandfather as the alpha of the Frost Fang pack. His abilities were not to be questioned; he was definitely more agile and more resilient than me. The thought of him using that power to hurt my son made me crumble faster than I imagined. My voice quivered slightly, bile rising in my throat as I whispered, "Please don't hurt him, Z

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.