Zeno Zama Novels & Stories

Unknown Location Zenith Tower The Zenith Tower was in panic, so as the councils. They couldn't seat on their high thrones anymore, they could only walk around aimlessly and sympathetic. Their minds were completely hindered, clouded and renounced. Amelia thought she could easily manipulate them into telling the truth she already knows, they're thousands of years older, virtually older than most countries before their genesis. They are vast in knowledge and experience, deception doesn't work with them. They're far exceptional.

At this moment, Carol Parker came back to her senses. Her eyes frantically twitched while looking at such a horrible sight. “What’s the meaning of this, Zina Hamilton?!” she exclaimed. “Are you not going to change your mind?! “Do you want a fight?! “Do you really want us to go our separate ways?!” Zina remained composed. “Old Man Zummo, cripple Naoto Takei,” said Zina coldly. Old Man Zummo nodded slightly and waved his hand. The fighters of the Hamiltons immediately pounced forward after.

He announced. "Yes!" Zenith jumped. "Can I really get used to this place?" Jaemin muttered. "I love it here" Chance smiled. Jezebel is still crying on the ground, her finger still pouring blood. "I'm the hacker here , so we're together. I'm Lambo" Lambo told Zenith. "Take care of me" Zenith replied, and Lambo stroke her hair "Of course, clan baby" she said, and Zenith laughed. "I'm Jaemin, the hitman, be f**king good to me" Jaemin told Sylvester.

“That one… he’s a different breed entirely.” I looked at him. “You mean Franco?” “Yes. Or whatever it calls itself. He’s what they call a Zeta.” My brow furrowed. “A Zeta? What’s that?” Papa shifted, groaning slightly as he adjusted his position. “A Zeta is no ordinary wolf, Eleanor. They’re trained like assassins—deadly, precise, and terrifyingly strong. The strength of twenty wolves in one body. Sometimes more. They don’t just fight… they calculate. They erase”

Zama is in the woods already in the arms of the Beta of Riverside pack. "Will you allow me to take you as my mistress Zama." Donald asks her. "No, it's way too degrading for me Don, I can't." "But you are all I think of despite having a mate. You drive me insane Zama. Please consider my request." Donald begs as Zama plays with his ears. She clearly knows what buttons to push to make her men begging for more. That's why it always surprises her why Möbius doesn't fall for her.

Ace kissed her cheek before walking to where his brothers stood. “you look beautiful” he whispered, the moment she stood in front of him. Camila grinned. “you don’t look too bad yourself” she replied earning a small chuckle from him. “we are gathered here to witness the marriage of Roman Romero and Camila Santiago” the priest started. He read all the marriage rites and had the couple repeat after him, he led Camila in her vows but when it was Roman’s turn, he pulled out a paper from his pocket. He’d written special vows.

“My future Luna.” For a moment, the entire gathering fell into stunned silence, hearing Alpha Zenith’s announcement. Violet felt the world stop spinning. Her breath caught in her throat. Her mind refused to process what she had just heard. Did Alpha Zenith truly say that? Her trembling gaze slowly lifted toward the imposing man standing beside her. Alpha Zenith Beckham stood tall and unshaken before many pairs of eyes. His broad shoulders were squared in confidence, his expression was cold and commanding. Power radiated from him as he stared at the crowd with intimidation and fierce determination.

Singular. “Thank God Zane was in your area to meet with huddle leaders.” Amanda takes my hand. “I was shitting myself when Lucien told us about the Vampyre tracking you.” “I was not,” Jorma says, stepping inside the room. He’s another of Zane’s seconds— a stern, statuesque man with white-blond curls and icy-blue eyes. Jorma loves rules, unnecessary clerical work, waiting in line, and— hazarding a guess, here— bland foods covered in protein powder.

While Zara doesn't look tired at all. "Absolutely not, Zam. If you try sitting right now, you might not be able to stand up again for the rest of your life." Zamantha's eyes widened and her butt froze in the air, almost trying to sit on the bench even with Zara's objection. But, when she heard Zara's warning, Zamantha immediately straightened up. "I changed my mind. I love jogging very much. Should we do this for another hour?" Zamantha asked with pure sarcasm before running again, with the pace of a turtle.

Someone that would believe me. A quick redirect brought me to zoom and it was instantly opened to the interface and the sound of two people yelling to each other on the screen. “Can you at least tell one of your many friends to join?” I had noticed the white one, said to the black. I had remembered her name as Aaliyah from the video. “I don’t have many friends” She said back. “Well i don’t have any friend either” The other replied and she snorted on a laughter. I did too, for a second taking my mind off what had happened.