Zeno Zama Novels & Stories

"Questions, questions, questions, I have many of those too. But let us start with the ones I can answer. My name is Zariel, and I am an angel. I just teleported you right from your bedroom to this place. And lest I forget, I stopped you from destroying all those many humans with your angel light." Rademos chuckled wryly. "Sorry, did you just say I wanted to destroy my family and friends with angel light? I'm not an angel, sir. You must be mistaken." "Really?" Zariel stepped closer, and before Rademos realized what had happened, he was already holding Rademos's chin in his hand and staring at him closely. Rademos recoiled. "Don't touch me!" "I wonder which of my siblings must have fathered or

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

I trailed off, grunting as I pulled myself into a sitting position. “Yeah.” Enzo’s throat bobbed. “Yeah, he is. Fuck.” He didn’t move. He just kept standing there, Samael dangling limply from his clenched hands. His jaw went slack, his bared teeth being covered by lips. “Enzo…” I breathed.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

Johan said, the crease on his forehead getting deeper. “You see,” Mordecai stepped in, “The Ravantes used to own all the land around this University,” he explained. “This continent was called Beronia then, and the silver tongues were well known to be great scholars. When the Mad king invited all the Ravantes to a banquette, the then young Elazar was left at home because of some illness...” “He wasn’t ill, his powers were too strong that even his parents couldn’t control it,” Dorin suddenly spoke up.

He's just a truck driver with a criminal record! "Ms. Chapman, should I say you're naive or simply foolish?" The man's gaze turned ruthless, and his smile didn't reach his eyes. "You've heard of the Hamertons of Centrolis, right? Zuko Hamerton, the eldest son of their family, is currently absent!" "What are you saying..." Zeke Hamerton... Zuko Hamerton? "Heh, the bangle you mentioned is likely the Le Esse! It was bestowed as a reward by the king to the Hamerton ancestor when she became a noble concubine!"

Zara explains gently, her voice soft. "Feral?" I ask, looking at the three of them, confused. "You would become a rogue," Zane spits. "Now, come on. He's waiting." Just another Alpha. Nothing to worry about. Right?

he said angrily **TCH** he started running "Are you okay Zia?" he asked and Zia nodded "Amber stood in line and Zia come here" "students she is a new joiner, and she is a --------neutral magic user," he said slowly everyone got confused by that

A familiar voice said behind her, and she turned to see Zeno. He Zeno stood a few steps away, arms folded, a proud smile on his face. He clapped twice, slow and steady, as he walked closer to Vaelora. “That was clean.” He praised, chuckling softly. “No explosion. No loss of control." Vaelora released a low groan in embarrassment. Amaren had definitely been busy telling Zeno how she had continuously fumbled this one trick over and over again, for the past week. "Amaren’s really working miracles with you.”

And, that means that war will indeed recur in Zenrada. Of course, Zara couldn’t bring herself to announce her scary thoughts. So, while she continued to feel the warmth of his scrumptious physique, Zaramanni replied, “Because his death will put Zenrada in a tough spot.” “That is true, but I am yet to understand how that concerns you.” Zoey’s fingers traced their way into the roots of her hair. Holding her gently, he inclined her head so that she was looking at him once again. “Zaramanni, is there something I should know?”