Zeno Zama Novels & Stories

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”

I will never be Stefanos de Vesilios again. -Zohara

ZARA When I woke up, the sun was rising, and Bryan are is already awake and waiting for me. We eat a bit of the leftovers from last night, and then he tells me to go undress and wash up in the river before I shift into Sierra's form. I do as I am told, and when I am shifted, we run.

This made Zeno trust him even more. This person had the information and resources he wanted, plus weaknesses that could be exploited. He was truly the perfect cannon fodder candidate. Zeno had already planned how to use Barton as a chess piece after taking down the Desolate Ancient Sect, to target his two imperial brothers who remained in the dark. Oh, and his old father's shameless illegitimate son, Jasper! Zeno looked at the Desolate Ancient Sect before him, shrouded in clouds and mist with its protective barrier raised. A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Zoe says shrugging her shoulders and taking Mira's drink. "So you're just using Emilio?" Mira asks, snatching her drink back and downing everything in one go. Zoe always tried to bully Mira, but Mira was always a bully so she never let anyone walk all over her. She was the daughter of Eric Camorra, he wasn't the nicest guy either, but he was tolerable whenever you got to know him personally. "No, he's actually really sweet" Zoe blushed, smiling over in Emilio's direction.

Eighteen months ago. “Someone got them before us,” Jonathan, the mafia consigliere, reported grimly. Zane Kang’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm as his fury simmered. “Who the hell?” Jonathan hesitated, swallowing hard. “L-Lorenzo K-Kim.” The name alone was enough to send Zane’s rage soaring beyond bounds. Once just a pickpocket from a small town, Zane had clawed his way up from nothing to become the most feared mafia boss in Korea by twenty-one. Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest.

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

Grendel snorted again, ashen faced. Lapon simply laughed in turn. "Really? In that case, don't say I didn't warn you that your fief will soon be annexed, right under your watch." "What?!" Murin, Grendel, and Luna paled in indignation. Then, glaring at Lapon, Grendel demanded icily, "Explain yourself!" "Hehe…" The youth chuckled just then. "I am Zoran Zangief, son of Tobek Zangief—chief of the Danifo Alliance!"

Erden curses, pressing his back against the wall and tilts his head back. "I'm so sorry." Tamarra mutters in sobs. Her voice sounds like an echo in my head. I try hard not to cry my heart out right now. I plop down on a chair and hold my exploding head in my hands. I feel a supportive hand rest on shoulder. I look up and see Azure smiling at me. "He is going to be fine, I'm sure." I nod, trying to believe in his words. Azure takes a seat by my side and right now, I just need a shoulder to cry. Gulping the lump of jitter climbing up my throat, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes tightly.