Zenless Zone Zero Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

Debby nodded smiling. "We will also make other dishes that you will bring when you have a picnic with Luna this afternoon. Here it is, take a look at the list.” Rio took out the paper he read earlier and place it in front of Debby. She looked at the paper and pursed her lips. She nodded slowly. “Your friend, Lilly, is a Luna from the largest Lycan land in this Realm. You know that, right?" Rio asked. Debby nodded but then shook her head. Rio looked at her while smiling.

Messily, the back of my hands wiped the scorching tears in my eyes, and I tried to locate her. Though I couldn't fully see, a silhouette was standing at the entrance. With so much force I pushed past the sorrow blocking my chest and throat and whispered, “His body was just here.” “And now it's gone to meet Death.” “What?” “Annatoria, the Great Lycan won't be coming back.” Even Lyra wasn't unsusceptible to the sadness tearing me apart. I could hear it in her voice. “At all.” “No…” I groaned, my eyes searching here and there, my body no longer sitting still. “What have I done?”

I don’t care. I search around wildly for Luna Gwen. The whole hall is in chaos, lit with screams and blood. Darian is mid-shift and battling with one of the creatures too. He should be able to handle it. “Luna!” I mind-link her across the hall, but get no answer. She’s shielding. She wants to focus. I attack another null-born brutally with my fangs and it vanishes. They keep disappearing. How can one really kill them? “Xaden…” A broken familiar voice calls only for me to see Zolya caught mid-shift by the null-born. It strangles her to the wall, squeezing her throat together.

The property truly has a rare ability. Zara’s breath came in sharp, controlled bursts as she stepped into the rhythm of combat. Each movement was calculated, the training with Ma Erene echoing in every reflex. When Zan struck again, faster this time, she felt the heat in her veins, the surge of her latent Lycan power breaking through her human limits. Her vision sharpened; the world around her slowed just enough that every motion, every shift of weight, every micro-expression in Zan’s body was clear.

They're lycans and I was still flushed, still dripping with last night’s evidence, and now I was standing here in nothing but a towel that barely covered my ass, staring at them like a deer that just realized it walked into a wolf den. Zaiden’s eyes opened first, slow, lazy, and molten gold. He didn’t move, just looked at me. Up then down and up again. His gaze snagged on my bare legs, the way the towel clung to my hips, the damp strands of hair stuck to my neck and collarbones. His pupils blew wide, Zyran lifted his head next and his eyes were black fire, unblinking, and predatory. The air between us thickened until it felt like honey, sweet, heavy, and impossible to move through.

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

“The legendary lycan Alpha, Kennis Blackwell, is coming to our territory. He’s seeking a young woman between the ages of 20 and 24 to become his Luna.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I felt the flicker of dread take root in my chest. Kennis Blackwell, his name alone, stirred dark thoughts and fear in every soul present. An ancient beast who had survived centuries, he was infamous for his ruthless nature and refusal to take another mate after losing his. Why, then, was he interested in a Luna now?

His icy blue eyes land on Leneve, his footsteps faltering as he continues to stare. “Zane. Your hand.” Lyric catches his attention, and he looks away reluctantly. “The boy,” Leneve leans in whispering to me, “He isn’t her son?” I shake my head. “I can hear you,” Zane says coldly, his eyes coming back to Leneve. “And I can smell your dark magic.” He lets out a growl, one that sounds like it came from someone bigger. Without missing a beat, Leneve smiles at him. “Pardon me, young man, I didn’t mean to offend you, but I noticed you didn’t carry either of the beta pairs' scent.”

"I have done everything to bring us back together. I followed you for moths when that monster took you, I stalked you for weeks in that God forbidden forest! I even hired a man to pretend to be a rogue just so that I can pretend to rescue you and make you feel safe! I have given you my all! why must I share you with them?!" Sera couldn't reply as tears poured out of her eyes. what could she say to a man that had clearly run mad? Lucas had a deranged look in his eye as he pulled out a jade dagger from his pocket. "This is a jade knife. It was made to quickly eliminate Lycans. Don't worry, they won't feel any pain. Just one stab and it will soon be over." "Lucas please I'm begging you, don't d

"You think you can stop me?!" Zane’s roar shook the cavern walls, his voice carrying the weight of menace and rage. His figure, now fully wolf-like, towered over Kaelan, his claws glinting in the dim, flickering light of the Heart of the Moon. The artifact pulsed in his hand, glowing brighter with each passing second. The ground beneath them trembled as the air grew thick with power.