Zenith Book Novels & Stories

She says gesturing at the now overflowing desk, before moving quickly off to finish her task. Sighing I resign myself to hours of sifting through before something shiny catches my eye. Reaching down, I pull out a golden, star shaped pendant. As I gaze at the ruby in its center I feel myself pulled. Almost as if a Leaper is attempting to transport me out of the realm. Dropping it out of fear of being dragged into the unknown, I pick up the scroll closest to me and begin to read. "I may as well learn all I can before reading the instructions" I think to myself. "At least that way, they should make sense." I push all thoughts of the pendant out of my mind for the moment and settle in to do the

Aron thanked her and inquired about Zea's whereabouts. "Zea left earlier today after receiving an urgent phone call," Jen informed him. "She didn't say goodbye or provide any details about where she was headed." Concern washed over Aron, but he decided to wait until morning to reach out to Zea's friends and family for assistance. In the meantime, he searched for any clues within their home, hoping to piece together her location. It was then that he noticed Zea's laptop still on the table, an open document titled "The Experiment" catching his eye.

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.

Zane looks through the Hunter’s Book. “They broke off into tribes,” he tells me as he speed reads. “The Zenith people were in Scotland but came here in 1598 in search of the pack that took their, at that point, great-grandmother. They recruited other settlers through the years. Why are you and Liz in here?” I look over his should. “Dragons of Thunder, Sophie Zenith 10/26/2021, Elizabeth Spartan 05/29/40, Theodore Spartan 5/18/43, Yoel Spartan 1/23/44,” I read carefully. “Whoa, what the hell?”

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.

there's another floor? "No need. Do you have the books I asked for?" Hazel turned around and guided us despite saying otherwise. "I searched for it myself. There's nothing I can't find in this library but I couldn't find anything useful about Alpha Hiems Zales," My heart sank. "What did you find?" "Alpha Hiems Zales is the Alpha of Zenith. Where Zenith is, what Zenith was, I couldn't find anything. He just appeared and ended like that. There's no record of his ancestors or descendants either." She said seriously.