Zayden Stormvoid Novels & Stories

The person was surprised to see Adrian remained calm and seated. It seemed to him that Adrian was not afraid of him, and this intrigued him. With a faint smile, he asked, "I'm Zephyr Stormwatcher. I didn't expect you to be so calm. Aren't you afraid of me?" Adrian laughed and said nonchalantly, "Afraid? What’s there to be afraid of? Are you going to eat me alive or kill me?" The person continued, "There were members of Stormwatchers among the ten people you killed earlier. Now that I've found you, you should be afraid of me."

Ignoring my warning, he kneeled and addressed Olivia. "Hi, I am Zaiden Smith. I am sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I am 21, 6'2", 230 lbs, I want to become a doctor. My favourite colour is blue, I love football, basketball, and baseball. Though I am not good at any of them. My parents are dead, it's a long story. Will tell you later. My favourite foods are cheeseburgers, fried chicken, steak, baked potatoes and broccoli, my favourite dessert is chocolate cake, I hate raisins. I can't seem to shut up, I know I'm rambling, but you smell so damn good, like lilac and roses. I don't know why I am telling you everything about myself, but I can't seem to stop. I want to know everything about you

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

“At least his nickname is sweet.” Raiden looked offended. “Glow Worm is sweet.” “It’s most definitely not. It’s a damn insect. A creepy looking one at that.” I rolled my eyes again. There was no winning this argument. “How are you feeling?” I lifted my head slightly and looked at Zayden. He stretched his arms above his head before letting out an enormous yawn. Once he finished, both hands settled comfortably around my waist. Honestly, seeing him move around normally still felt surreal. Twenty-four hours ago he had been dead. Now he looked like he had simply taken a nap.

She stumbled backward, her heart hammering in panic. Strong hands caught her wrists. And then— A deep, familiar voice. “Enough.” Hema’s eyes widened in shock. She looked up. Zayden. A Scene of Power He stood tall and imposing, dressed in all black, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the veins running down his strong arms. His blue-gray eyes flickered with something dangerous. Something deadly. His jaw was clenched, his expression unreadable. Hema could barely process the overwhelming presence of him. But then—

He was at the back. Children at the edges who were smaller children when I left and learned from the adults around them what to call me and what to do with what they called me. None of them spoke. Zayden rode beside me and said nothing. His presence was doing its own work without requiring words. Alpha Zayden Crowe of Obsidian Keep was known across every northern territory. The scarred arms and the gray eyes and the quality of contained force that he carried everywhere he went. The Red Claw wolves who did not know what to do

Nelanian ripped it open and read the name scrawled in calligraphy. 'Assassinate Mr. Starkridge by the 20th of this month.' It was stated. Nelanian remembered who he was at that point. "I am Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, the hundred and seventh to hold the title," he said in his brain as he descended the hill.

He looks better than earlier, not as pale or as forlorn. ‘What’s your name? I’m Troy, the Alpha King’s Beta,’ I say, holding out my hand to him. ‘The Alpha King’s Beta? Wow. I’ve never met anyone from the royal pack before,’ he says before adding, ‘I’m Zayden. Alpha Ezra of Mystic Pride was my dad,’ he says sadly. ‘Was?’ ‘Some soldiers came and killed everyone in my village,’ ‘I’m so sorry, kid,’ I tell him, truly heartbroken for him.

Zayden slapped me. ****