Zenless Zone Zero Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

"But I’m going to kill you for ruining our ceremony!" "Oh, how rude of me!" the man chuckles. "Where are my manners? I’m Noland Vandershiltz. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zane Castro. I have to admit that you've really left me impressed," he continues, as the sound of clothes tearing fills the air while his body begins to morph. "I thought I was the only lycan to exist, but it seems I was wrong. Shall we see which of us is the strongest?"

All we can hear are the chimes when she walks closer barefoot. Lycaon is in his Lycan form, and he is monstrous. He stands on two legs. His fur is grey in colour and his eyes are red, deadly sharp claws, and long sharp fangs are on full display. The power oozing off both of them makes me shiver as I feel Aura come forward, watching them both walking closer to us. Aura is eager to see them, and I chuckle as her tail wags frantically. I bow my head in respect to them both and Selene stops in front of me.

Damon It’s been hours since the meeting started. The air in the council chamber was thick with tension and rising frustration. The Elders,old, cautious, and far too comfortable in their seats kept circling the same questions like vultures around a wounded prey. “She has no wolf scent.” “How can she be Luna without a proper transformation?” “Her powers manifested too suddenly.” I sat through it all in silence, jaw clenched, eyes cold. Kael growled low inside me the entire time, restless, pissed off. I couldn’t blame him.

This was something else entirely. We fought our way toward a large, rusted conveyor belt, using it for cover. Kael was bleeding from a gash on his forehead, but his snarls were ferocious. Another pack member, a lean female named Lyra, moved with lethal grace, her twin knives a whirl of silver. “They’re not stopping!” Lyra yelled, deflecting a clawed strike. “There’s no end to them!” “There’s always an end,” Zero growled, his eyes scanning the shadows beyond the fighting. “They’re being directed. There’s a handler.”

"You want to know what the matter is? Well I guess you'll have to fight me.” Hearing that, I smirked, but his assistant seemed to not want him to do that. She immediately shook her head, leaning close to him. Despite that, I could still hear the things she whispered to his ears. “I know you aren't happy, but I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to know. He's a Lycan, and you should avoid being beaten up like the last time.” I didn't say a thing. I was worried and at the same time scared. All I wanted was simple. I wanted to be able to get the lead.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.

The soft lights fall on her, creating an enchanting sensation which can make anyone crazy. But he can’t help staring at those eyes. Those mesmerizing eyes. Her one deep hazel eye holds warmth and kindness while her other eye is a passionate shade of green, as if alluding to her quiet determination. Her high cheekbones and delicate jawline gives her an innocent charm. She slowly takes a long sip from her glass as she smiles radiantly. A human? He wonders. He can’t sense any wolf in her but he frowns when he smells something else. It’s faint, almost negligible to normal werewolves but to himself. He can’t pinpoint what it is but something tells him that this girl is not an ordinary human.