Zeke X Levi Novels & Stories

Tbc💗⏳ Zeke's a troublemaker but could be romantic at times. Now we'll know what's going on in that stupid head of Zeke's. Teaser: Stay tuned!

Medi Forest-(OUTSIDE ZEURION CITY) Althea "IT'S nice to see you both, once again... after such a long, long time," Serge stated while locking his gaze on us. Then he looked straight in my direction and said, "Am I right my sweet Thea?"

This was a recent occurrence, Caleb said she would learn of how she came to be a Were with time, she had wanted so much to ask him to elaborate, but by the look on his face, she could tell he wasn’t keen on talking about it either, so she let it go. He told her he was only giving her enough to explain to Kennedy and Kylie and he would teach her more as time progressed, but till this morning, she still was highly unsure if she had enough information. She had spent the night thinking of how her cousins would react if she even brought up the fact that she was a Werewolf, Kennedy would probably be concerned and would attribute her claim to some psychological trauma she must have experienced in t

“To Sasha she didn't know but the others—Andrew, Zeke, and their crew—the target was always Callum. Andrew might have been obsessed with you Lilly, but their ultimate goal was Callum. Zeke, while he was hurting Callum, admitted he knew Sasha was Callum’s ex. That’s why they initially took her. Only, Zeke fell for her. He was hoping she’d eventually lead them to Callum.” “Why?” Lilly asks, her gaze darting between us, her confusion evident. I take a deep breath, the words heavy as they fight their way out. “My d-dad… He wasn’t called Jonathan Levrick. My mum wasn’t legally married to him. Z-Zeke said he had another family… a real one. Zeke and An-Andrew were brothers. His sons.” The last word

***ZANE'S POV*** Downstairs, Reaper, Sinner, Caleb, Pierre, and Jesse are sharing a glass of whiskey while talking in low tones. Micah is sitting at the table at the end of nursing a glass of scotch. "Aren't you supposed to be drinking that?" I ask using my index finger to point at the glass in his hand. "It makes me forget the pain. Don't tell London though, I don't want her poor heart worrying about me," he chuckles shaking his head.

“I’ll be in my quarters. Call me if anything arises.” With a salute, General Gregor watched as Zeke left for his chambers. Once inside, Zeke swiftly changed his clothes, signaling to his assistant with a subtle gesture. They donned different attire and quietly slipped out of the tower. Zeke joined a delivery carriage set to depart for its weekly exchange with a neighboring pack. The driver, upon recognizing him, nearly fainted from shock. However, Zeke’s movements were quick and precise. Before the driver could react, Zeke knocked him unconscious, ensuring his secrecy.

He crooned. And it was at the moment that Zebulun realized how deep the hatred between the two brothers ran. “Yes, Father.”

What happened to him to make him look so worn? He made a huge sigh before making a quick glance on my side. And I knew this had to be because of Celes. Damn that woman. How could she not understand that Zeke was willing to give her everything? What did Zeke possibly gain from loving a lesbian? Celes had chosen to be a tomboy instead of choosing happiness with Ezekiel Bellevera.

Anya pleaded with him. “Mom, no need to hide the truth from Mr jerk. It's not as if Zach and I are going to live with him even though he's our unworthy living biological Father”. Zeke said before a satisfied grin appeared on his face. “Mommy, I'm done with what I wanted to say. We can leave here now”. Zeke added with a proud face, since he had accomplished his first mission. And that mission was– challenging Lucian. Suddenly, Zeke was the one to hold Anya's hand. On the other hand, Anya held Zach's hand before she left with them.

"Let her celebrate her birthday with Cole, her boyfriend. You are not the center of the universe, Zoey says while crossing her arms. At her, Cole snarls. Growls, yes. similar to a real dog. While everyone else simply ignores him, Maggie laughs. After lunch, Zeke drives me to class while I listen to him tell me about the time he saw one of the cooks smoking marijuana in the kitchen and how he thinks they use dog meat. He continues, "I don't know. I just prefer to avoid eating a cute little puppy." As I pause at the entrance to my history class, I smirk. "I adore you, Zeke, but you need to stop berating the chefs. They're really lovely people, in fact."