Zenith Book Novels & Stories

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

“Report!.“ One word, and the three men came running beside him, all handing over their reports to him. “Twelve new artists have been signed under ZH Entertainment. They have already written and recorded their debut song, 'Under the Midnight Sky', which will be officially released on June 2. They also have a huge fan base, even though they haven't officially debuted yet, so we have a huge hope in them.“ The first one was reported. The second one quickly cleared his throat and took over the other. "The underground mafia street that sells all the illegal drugs in the entire city has been successfully taken down as you had wanted; however, their leader is missing, and we should expect an attack

“What’s even the name of the book?” “That’s not an excuse. Enter a cab and tell him where you’re heading. Find the book, then enter a cab to the werewolf kingdom. I’ll come and pick you up if I feel like it, or I’ll send someone. The name of the book is Twelve Things You Don’t Know About The Werewolf,” Torvin instructed. “But I have a class at 8:30. I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it,” Zeda’s voice was laced with frustration.

She did this to calm down her anxiousness as she knew that she was in the wrong. Zenith saw this as her proving her dominance and the fact that she was relaxed enough to notice the books and even ignore him. This was a first time encounter for him and it made him feel weird. When she placed the books back in their place, she rubbed her sweaty palms on her clothes but Zenith saw it as her taking her time to speak which in another scenario would have infuriated him. But right now, he was wondering how there was a woman as fearless as this in his life.

"This time, I won't let you escape from me. You like to hide? I will play with you…" *** The following day, as usual Zenith went out to bask in the sunrise. Sitting in her wheelchair, she looked up and gazed at the sky. The rays illuminating from the sun brightens up the dark portion of clouds… It looks similar to a bird's feather, snowy white! 'How beautiful…' she thought. 'Why didn't I notice such a beautiful sight before?' Thinking of the past, she even wondered how she lived without appreciating nature when it was so beautiful, especially the sunrise. It was such a spectacular scene that unfolded every day.

Nat said to her mother, they were both now talking to each other while the rest of us watched and listened. “Zelena, yes. Now, two will come, I assume that means the twins” Roe said pensively as she ran her fingers absentmindedly up and down her forearm, “But the seal part, what does that mean?” Nat asked while deep in thought. “The Book of the Goddess, the one that explains Selene and her lineage, it states that the mark of the Goddess can be placed on the wrist or the back of the neck. That could be the seal it is referring to”

the General told him. "Julia heals. Selena defends," he answered flatly. "Azalea's simply a traveler." He'd written about Azalea in his story. No point hiding what she can do. He wrote the story to be a lure to the other Radiant Earthlings. He ended up luring the likes of his grandfather. Deep shit. The likes of them exist. "How about Titan? And Zach?" he smiled warmly. "Cynthia is the biggest threat." Dylan smiled just as warm. "Is she really a threat to you or rather an opportunity?"

The Zenith Crown estate was not a home, it was a monument to Kaelen’s blinding ego, tonight, for the Grand Ascension Gala, every marble pillar was draped in gold silk, and every light spell was dialed to a bone-searing intensity, to the thousands of guests swirling in the ballroom below, the estate was a paradise of warmth and power, to me, it was a furnace.

Sebastian rumbled. Hanging in the absolute zero of space before them was Zenith Prime. It wasn't a natural planet. It was a colossal, artificial construct the size of Saturn, forged entirely from flawless, shifting golden metal. Massive, continent-sized gears and glowing white energy conduits crawled across its surface, slowly churning as the forge-world manufactured the weapons of the gods. And surrounding the entire metallic planet was a blinding, impenetrable shield of pure, solid-state Architect energy.