Zenith Book Novels & Stories

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

I woke to sunlight streaming through massive windows and the sound of birds singing outside. For a moment, I was disoriented. This wasn’t Elena’s cabin. This wasn’t the wilderness. This was luxury: a king-sized bed with silk sheets, furniture that probably cost more than my entire life at Crescent Moon, and a bathroom with a tub big enough to swim in. Blackthorn Pack. Kade. My mate. Good morning,* my wolf said, stretching contentedly in my mind. Sleep well?

She was so weak so fragile, weighted like feathers. Zenith turned to take her to the pack doctor when suddenly he noticed something glinting in the moonlight on the ground near the pool’s edge. An earring. He bent down, still holding Violet with one arm, and picked it up, holding it up to the light. Then he took off, sprinting down the path towards the main house, his footsteps hitting against the cobblestones. Zenith was not careful, he bumped into people in a hurry, their startled gasps lost on him as he pushed past, not stopping to fucking apologize.

We left through the servants' passage in my chambers at the second hour past midnight. Zara led us through the underground corridors that connected the old palace wing to the stables, passages she had known since childhood, passages that had been used by generations of palace servants to move invisibly between sections of a building too large to cross openly. She navigated them without hesitation, without a single wrong turn, in a darkness that would have been completely disorienting to anyone who hadn't grown up inside it.

he whispers. My eyes widened, I really thought I had just misheard it but I did not. Zenith is really leaving for tomorrow... Zenith is leaving for their tour... Zenith is going to be away for a month and a half... My hands slowly dropped to my sides, eyes were still big and wide.

OSTARA’S POV (ELISHA) The file sat in my inbox like an unwanted souvenir—bright, blinking, bolded as “URGENT — POTENTIAL US EXPANSION.” The subject line alone reeked of corporate overeagerness. Still, I clicked. The P*F loaded slowly, as if it already knew it wasn’t worth my time. A garish title page greeted me first: ZENITH FOODS: Bridging Luxury with American Households.

My radiant moonlight Zenith Valencia. The morning is warm and the warmth is not from the sun, but the fact that my mate is by my side. Birds chirp overhead as I unlock the passenger door and glance sideways. Zenith is rushing down the steps of the porch in a blur of yellow. She is wearing a hoodie three sizes too big, the sleeves flapping like wings, and her hair is a chaotic halo around her face. She is balancing her backpack, a to-go mug, and a half-finished sketch.

SYLVIA'S POV I laughed, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride watching Zenith struggle to pack a small box into the moving lorry. His little face was scrunched up in concentration, refusing any help from anyone, even Grayson, who was standing by with a grin, ready to assist. It was such a small task, but to Zenith, it was monumental. Finally, after what seemed like an epic battle, he managed to place the box inside the lorry. He jumped up, his face beaming with excitement, and puffed out his chest like a little gorilla.

He shrugs, and I think I’m struck dumb. Bastian breathes angrily. “You have to be kidding me?” I don’t know if that was a question or not, but Zantos doesn’t answer. “What else have you been doing to the girl?” Zantos averts his eyes for a moment. He looks nervous, and so he should. I don’t tolerate the torture of prisoners unless they’re a direct threat to us. Jenna has never been a threat to us or the crown and people of Zidiah.

The demands that she’d placed on her body while helping with the construction of the barrier around the camp had required the use of muscles that she’d rarely called upon during her daily routines. Finding the fully stocked health retreat was a dream come true that Kendra was still trying to absorb after being raised in a small cave with a dirt floor and minimal comforts. Not only was each of the buildings furnished in accordance to its designated use, but it was fully stocked with supplies that one would find in a spa/health facility. From what she could tell, whoever owned and operated the place had left rather suddenly. The reason was something that she didn’t want to know or think abou