Zen Novel Novels & Stories

“Ahh I don’t really know why, but I think I’m just gifted?” Miss Minerva assist me to go back to prepare for a bath. While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.”

You have been awarded 1,000 credits. [You have received a unique title “Enemy of The Round Table”. You can check it out in the Character Profile tab.] === Name: Zen Title: Enemy of The Round Table Age: 15 Abilities: Gaming & Cooking Credits: 1,700 Items: NA Rank: 100 === Zen wanted to cry. The title really was there! What’s more, he wasn’t able to unequip it. “That’s a very eye-catching title,” Liu Feng teased, and Sasha simply clutched her sides laughing. Akiko hid her smile behind her hand when Zen looked like he wanted to cry.

I loved nothing more than dipping my feet into the cool rippling flow of water back home at White Forest. “Follow the stream another couple of hundred metres and it empties out into a giant lake, or ocean. I’m not entirely sure. Zena knows.” “Zena is a force of nature,” I said softly, jealousy curling like flames in my stomach. All the clothes I borrowed were glamorous and expensive. Mature and grown up. It made the gowns and long trailing corseted wonders I roamed the castle halls in seem almost childish. Clad in leather and silk I felt like I was part fire-breathing dragon. Zena seemed to do as she wished, when she wished. She had Alpha Cillian’s confidence yet wandered between packs like

The girl practically sprinted away. “Thank you,” Zeda said, smiling at him. She wasn’t usually a fan of bullying, but right now, she didn’t care. “It’s nothing. You looked a little lost in this wilderness,” Draven said, picking up a book half-heartedly and dropping it back on the shelf. “Yeah, my first time here,” Zeda admitted. “Tell me about it,” Draven chuckled. Zeda wasn’t surprised. Draven didn’t strike her as a book person, especially with Vyr and Rylan as his friends.

I don’t know how, but I can always sense when he’s close. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open. Zane stands in the center of the room, dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans with a white polo underneath. His leather boots complete the look. His dark hair is smoothly brushed. Oh, God, his rich, intoxicating scent—a blend of spice and earth—wraps around me, reeling me in. His look is to die for. He seems… brighter, better. He looks fully healed—surprisingly so, considering how weak he was just yesterday. I thought he’d be down for at least a week. But now he stands tall, his powerful body coiled like a predator waiting for its prey—me.

Helen added, “Should we go back to the old mansion for dinner at night after undergoing beauty treatment for the whole day? The old mansion was a dangerous and terrifying place where they ate people alive without even spitting out the bones. Xavia smiled faintly as she refused. “I don’t have time today. I made an appointment with…Zivon to watch a movie with our son.” She nearly referred to Zivon as Young Master, but as soon as she realized it, she quickly referred to him as Zivon instead. After all, it sounded more intimate and ambiguous when she called him Zivon. Helen’s eyes deepened as she smiled and said, “Jenna, you can also be considered as a very successful person who didn’t give up u

Zeno started to dominate Cia, taking her into his arms. "You haven't showered yet," Cia whispered. Zeno chuckled. "Don't you like my real scent, hm?" Of course, she likes it! Among the many men, only Zeno's scent captivates him and can bring him to a deep abyss of love, deeper than the Mariana Trench. The girl cupped her hands on Zeno's face. Staring at the man was very close. "I love everything about you, honey," she whispered. Everything for Zeno was everything that was in him, from top to bottom, even to the depths. Zeno smiled, showing a row of charming white teeth. "Then I'll give them all now," he whispered, then pulverized their juices again.

I countered. “Did too.” “Did not!” “Did too!” “I did—” Zena suddenly stood up. “Fine, fine! I read your stupid book, happy now?” I was dazed for a few seconds but after it registered, I clapped my hands gleefully. “Haha! I knew it.” Zena looked rather unimpressed by my victory noise, both hands placed firmly on her waist. I couldn’t contain my joy and the way warmth spread across my chest knowing Zena had been reading the book. Rochelle was a character of mine in the book I was planning to write.

She stood there, blinking in silence. The two were able to leave after ten minutes. Zoren followed Verena down the streets towards the Breakfast Hub, feeling more and more out of place with every step. "This is weird," Zoren whispered. "I've never been surrounded by smelly humans before." "Are you calling me smelly?" "No, not you," Zoren responded. "I actually do not smell your s... huh, yeah, I do not smell your scent." He leaned in to sniff her by the neck, which almost made her jump, but she tried to stay focused. She pushed him back and snapped at him.

The half-breed is the Alpha of the secret assassin pack, Alpha Doyle. I could feel the itch of need crawl over my skin. I want to feel that abomination’s warm blood run down my arms after I impale him with my claws. I want to see the life drain out of him. All this time, that cocky asshole was a half-breed. Gunner’s voice bellowed through the clearing, pulling my thoughts away from killing Doyle and back to the current moment. Gunner had changed back to his human form and was standing between the assassin and a giant black wolf. It's the same wolf I saw in the forest earlier. So, he is one of Gunner’s lackies. The wolf stepped back slightly, and there she was. The little witch, the bane of m