Zenless Zone Zero Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

Pushing back against the Lycans, I sprinted towards her, a streak of fur and determination. But the Outstanding Lycan, undeterred by my advancement, intercepted me with blinding speed. His crimson eyes bore into mine, a chilling calmness settling upon his face. "You're too late, Levi," he sneered. "By the time you reach her, she'll be nothing but a memory." A surge of desperation coursed through me, lending strength to my limbs. With a primal roar, I launched myself at the Outstanding Lycan, our bodies colliding in a furious clash. Claws met claws, teeth clashed against teeth as we fought for dominance.

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

Her heartbeat matched his. Elder Valkor stepped forward, staff in hand. “The Moon Mother smiles upon this night. Under her gaze, two souls become one.” The village howled, a chorus rising into the sky. Nicolas stepped close, gently cupping Zaiya’s face. “From this moment, you are mine, and I am yours. Nothing can tear us apart.” Zaiya smiled, fingers brushing his jaw. “Forever, my love.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then lowered his mouth to her neck. His fangs slid out, clean and precise. His bite burned—flesh and soul alike.

Elara replied, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart. The neutral zone was located in an abandoned warehouse district on the outskirts of town. As they approached, Elara could feel the energy of hundreds of supernatural beings—werewolves, vampires, shifters, and others she could not identify. The air was thick with power, with anticipation, with the ancient promise of the Moon Goddess.

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