Zilla In Final Wars Novels & Stories

"If I'm not wrong, these are blueprints to Tai's ultimate project." I come to stand beside him, glancing down at the blueprints. To an untrained eye, these look like nothing, impossible to decipher. "Ultimate project?" I whisper. "As you probably know, there's a war going on. The weapon is going to end it," Zavian explains grimly. I don't know much about the war, being that it is so far away, but my father was almost killed fighting in it. I haven't met a single person who doesn't want it to desperately end. But no one has mentioned a weapon being the way to end it.

Willow. The ship warped instantly out of the earth’s atmosphere, and eight in the face of the crack, taking them all by surprise. Orion grinned and pressed a button. “This is for Zephyr Prime, you bastards!”, he yelled as cannons emerged from all around the ship. They fired simultaneously in burst shots, killing all harbingers in range. They reacted quickly and started attacking the ship from all sides. “You’re up, guys.”, Orion said, and Quinn pulled out his swords. Willow took a deep breath and brought out one of his shards. He had learnt how to put limiters on himself like Tony. The harbingers were closing in now, exposing Zoi, who sat on a throne far behind his army.

A pulse. “It’s her,” Zoe said, voice trembling. “She’s close.” Zack’s entire body went rigid. “Where?” Zoe closed her eyes, focusing. The bond between her and the land… between her and something deeper… began to hum. Then— Her eyes snapped open. “The eastern border.” Zack didn’t hesitate. “James!” he minds linked. Already on it, James responded instantly. The Warriors are moving.

"Does your grand Warship Team possess the absolute balls to execute a formal wager against our Swift Team? If the percentage of Swift Team drivers who successfully hack their way into the Grand Finals scales higher than the qualification ratio of your Warship Team... your entire convoy must stand before the media cameras and issue a formal, public apology to us!" Zoe J. has successfully thrown down the ultimate high-society gauntlet, transforming her personal embarrassment into a massive, televised wager between the country’s two most volatile racing empires. The Swift Team mechanics are roaring with re-ignited competitive fury, and the media cameras are capturing every single second of the

“And that’s partly why I’m needed out there. I fought in the rebellion wars. I remember Renatus, and I’ll never forget his face. If he has awakened… I could find him… If we could somehow locate where he is hiding, then we might be able to move to strike him before it’s too late.” I gripped onto Valentin’s shirt, my last ditch effort to convince him to stay. I knew I was being needy, childish, but I did it anyway. “I’m sorry, Zora. I can’t.” “I know,” I told him and I did, even as I clung to him. “Just promise you will return soon.” “I will.” He looked then to the others. “I am trusting Zora’s protection to you, as well as her training. Intensify both. The end of this conflict is drawing near

“You don’t have to say yes right now. Just think about it.” Zaire was quiet for a long moment. I could practically see the war happening in his head. “…Saturday?” he asked finally. “Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “Aight. I’ll… think about it.” Not a yes. But definitely not a no. I’ll take it. A small smile tugged at my lips, relief washing over me.“That’s all I’m asking.” Zaire rolled his eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. “Don’t get excited,” he muttered. “I didn’t agree.”

Business being what it was, I ran into my old boss, Jett Parker. Caden was on fire, snagging deals right from Jett's grasp. Jett was ticked off and started aiming for our little startup. To cool things down, I had to play peacemaker. Jett had one condition. He pointed to a bottle and said, "Down this, and I'll back off." We were the underdog to his giant—no contest. Caden's dream was on the line, and I was not about to watch it crumble. So, I downed that bottle.

Yanking free the knife, Maya stepped back as Zane gripped her hand, yanking her behind him. Helena sank to her knees, blood running from her injury. Zane lifted his gun, pointing it at her head. Maya breathed fast and sharp. This was it. The moment they had been waiting for. The end of the war. Helena managed a weak smile. “Do you think this changes anything?” Maya exhaled slowly. “I think it ends with you.” Zane gripped the trigger tighter.

“Are you trying to kill yourself? Do you think I will let you do that? I am your-” “War is coming, Zoey,” came her slurred response. “What are you saying? Get a grip on yourself,” Zoey said and tossed aside the last of the thick sheets. Grabbing her hands, he helped her sit up, resting her back against the headboard. “You have to drink water, Zaramanni. Wait here, I will-” Her slender hand held his tightly and he became concerned. Her eyes which were closed before were now open and with dead seriousness in her sleepy voice, she said, “War is coming to Zenrada.”

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.