Zenith Novels & Stories

However, the Zenith Token remained completely unresponsive, emitting its mysterious glow as it always had. "How boring!" Liam muttered, tossing the Zenith Token aside after yet another failed attempt to communicate with it using his inner energy. What he did not notice was that the spot where he tossed the Zenith Token was precisely where he had placed the Harvest Union Golden Needles before taking his bath. At the exact moment when the Zenith Token touched the Harvest Union Golden Needles, it suddenly lit up brightly.

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?”

As he sat cross-legged in the training room, he focused his attention onto the Sky-Soil Zenith. The palm-sized mountain exuded a surging aura that brimmed with the rich power of the scriptures of philosophy. It was almost as if it formed a small world of its own. Though it looks small, the pressure that it would produce upon use could encompass several hundred miles, transforming into an ancient sacred mountain that would descend from the heavens above. Its boundless energy could bring instant death to any supreme saint.

It was a new type of fear and she knew that it was not a good one. • • • • • • • • • • • Zenith stood at the balcony of his room, the hairpin in his hand and his eyes focused on the crescent moon before him. He slowly raised the hairpin to the sky, he narrowed his eyes on it and still could not help but ponder on who the hairpin belonged to and how it got to his room. It did look familiar but where had he seen it from? It did not look like one of the Lycan minerals. Tucking it carefully in his robe, he let out a deep sigh.

The Zeniths had not waited a single day to cut him loose, and they would not even pay for the parts they had already received! “That is not all, sir,” the CFO said, swallowing. “With the Sterling contract gone, the Zenith orders were the only large work still running at three of our plants. One hundred and sixty-eight million dollars a year from Sterling is gone for good, and now the Zeniths are gone as well. Those plants will have nothing to build by the end of the week.” Edmund sank slowly into his chair. Sterling had left him. The Zeniths had left him. In less th

until you see the thing they set up. It's a single wire-thin, sharp, almost invisible if you're not looking for it-stretched tightly from one side of the street to the other. They tie it high enough to meet a standing person right at the neck. It doesn't look like much, but that's the point. It's not just any wire; it's steel, sharpened until it's like a blade. Under the sunlight, it has this tiny silver glint, but most times it just blends into the air, waiting.

she belched and held unto his hands a little too tightly for someone who said she could pull through. He thought if he left her alone, she would definitely fall asleep and pass out just anywhere. Clap! Clap! Clap! Zenith turned to his side as the crowd parted for his most esteemed rival to walk through. Jackson Demitri. Although he was always in the second position whenever their companies were called out in the industry, “Zenith knew that if he slacked behind for even just once, he would truly fall behind and it would be even more difficult to climb back up and maintain the top spot again.

Slowly—too slowly—her head lifted. Four men stood at the edge of the beach, their silhouettes stark against the pale glow of the misty horizon. Hazmat suits clung to their bodies, black as tar, their faces hidden behind reflective masks that showed nothing of humanity. Rifles gleamed in their hands, barrels steady and unshaking as they pointed directly at her and Beau.

Nova’s POV I could see the sun starting set. It was casting beautiful hues of orange, pink and gold, across the early evening sky. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, so I decided to take a moment to just take in and absorb the beauty of nature. I had the ominous sensation if I didn’t figure out a way out of this, I wasn’t going to be seeing another sunset.

I asked, I wanted to make sure if there was an extra plan in place to capture their shock and use it to our advantage. “The Zenith is a favorite spot of Damien. It’s exclusive; and if my sources are right, they will be there. And if they’re not, they will be close enough to witness the spectacle we create and I’ll put a man on them to capture their shock,” Zeke promised. He lifted my chin with a single finger, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “Tonight, Evelyn, we stop fighting each other and start fighting for each other, even if it’s the greatest lie we’ve ever told.”