Zola Novels & Stories

I saw her nostrils flare as she sniffed, Raelynn’s bloody lips. “As l thought she was poisoned but this scent is woodsy”, Zara’s hands began to move over Raelynn’s constrictive dress and roamed along her body. I could see her moving her hands over Raelynn’s stomach most of the times. “She is not the one being affected by the poison , it was aconitum napellus, since she is a human , she is immune”,

Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze. "...After seven long years of training outside the Country. We're glad to announce the second son of our beloved King Darwin Jack and her Highness the Queen Liza Yuan Cohen, and the heir to the throne, Prince Zale Felix Cohen, has finally returned back to his precious country."

* * * Zayn Alpha King Soren has been talking his mate off a cliff for the past hour, which is about as long as it takes to travel from the port in Ormer Isle, the closest island of KiloKilo to Maatua. In fact, from the port, I could see Maatua’s big island on the horizon. I doubt any of us truly knew how close we were to each other without the veil in the way.

"The poison is too strong. Even my wolf cannot fight it anymore. I can feel myself fading." "Then I will bring you back," Zora said with absolute certainty. Trent looked confused. "How? There is no cure." "You are forgetting something," Zora said, straightening up and wiping her tears away. Her expression shifted from grief to determination. "You are forgetting what I am." "What are you?" Trent repeated weakly. "I am a crescent wolf," Zora said. "Kaelion told me before I escaped. He said my blood has healing properties. That it can cure any sickness, heal any wound. That is why he wanted me so badly."

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.

Wushi. He would make women obsessed with him and buy them anything they wished for, but never would he give them love nor affection. He considered all women who approached him objects of desire that were bound by materialism. It was impossible and yet they would always try to melt a heart of stone. She recalled her former life when she killed for a living. 'Adolf's shadow' was the name she earned due to how inept and cruel she was to her targets.

Sera held that. At six years old. Before sunrise. Sitting with a notebook and a clause draft paper and a photograph. Arriving at the thing Sera herself had only partially articulated in seven years of building. “What did you say to her,” Sera said. “Nothing,” Elliot said. “I poured more coffee. After a while she said: the peony is the connection paragraph. Zara planted the peony before Helena arrived because she understood it needed to exist. Your grandmother wrote the paragraph before the people who needed it existed because she understood the same thing. Both of them building for the arrival of the person. Both of them trusting the duration.” He held Sera’s gaze. “Then she said: the garden

The cheap plastic cap popped off, sending a cascade of white pills scattering across the ground. "Oops," Zara said, her voice dripping in pure ice. Chloe screamed in horror, dropping to her knees on the steps, frantically trying to scrape the poison together. "What is wrong with you?! You crazy bitch, these are customized compounds!" "And this property is highly sanitized," Zara retorted instantly, stepping forward. With calculated, devastating precision, Zara brought the heel of her designer boot down directly onto a cluster of the white pills. She ground her heel into the marble, entirely pulverizing the medication into a fine, useless white powder.

The Vale still smoldered. Ash drifted through the dawn air like snow, and beneath it the earth pulsed faintly—slow, wounded, alive. Zara stood at the heart of it, barefoot in the soot, her palms pressed to the ground as if listening for a heartbeat too deep for mortal ears. When she breathed, the wind followed. When she blinked, the shadows folded closer.

Sia’s steps faltered in front of the library. It was a simple structure with stone walls and a wooden ceiling. A lump formed in her throat as she looked at the name, engraved above the door, ‘ZR’. It was named after the two people that mattered the most to her, her father, Arnold Zen, and her uncle Mr. Roy. It was Mr. Zen who had kept the wonderful collection of books in one of the boats, without which having a library on the island would have been a distant dream.