Zone One Novel Novels & Stories

—---- A Peace That Won’t Last The night was too quiet. It should have been over. Aaron was gone. Donovan was wounded. The war was meant to end here. And yet, standing in the Moretti estate’s private lounge, looking out the window to the glittering city lights, Maya felt it in her bones. This wasn’t over. Not even close. She could hear footsteps behind her. She didn’t turn. She didn’t have to. Zane’s voice was low, calm. “You let him go.”

"That’s if we survive long enough for that to matter." Zane pulled out a worn map from his vehicle, spreading it on the ground. "There are three Dead Zones within running distance. Zone One—old factory district. The buildings are full of toxic chemicals. Everything that enters gets poisoned slowly." "How slowly?" Jamie asked. "Days. Maybe a week if you're strong." Not an option. We had wounded wolves, then omegas. Very funny. We would be dead before the toxins finished the job. "Zone Two," Zane continued, pointing to a different area. "Cave systems. Natural mineral deposits that scramble all signals. But the caves are unstable. Collapses happen without warning. You could be walking through a

I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my chin into her hair, whispering things I didn’t know I still believed. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “You’re safe.” For a fleeting moment, I thought maybe she believed me. Maybe we could start again, even if the world outside was burning. But the sound of footsteps shattered that illusion. The door burst open with a loud crack that made Maya jump in my arms. Zane stood in the doorway, rain dripping from his dark hair, his eyes glowing faintly—wolfish, predatory. His presence filled the small apartment like a storm breaking through glass.

She seemed to be very calm, but the black-clothed bodyguard who was closest to her and had her hands gripping his shoulders clearly detected the trembling of the woman in front of him. Miss Zona, he had actually seen her before. But this black-clothed bodyguard still could not believe that this wretched and humble woman in front of her is Zona, the once proud and surgingly energetic genius girl who entered the world's top high school, Orlandry High School, with her superior intelligence. Tiptoe, Zona miserable white lips, shivering leaning to the front of the black-clothed bodyguard's lips ...... Losing her first kiss could still save her life, but after drinking that bottle of wine, the pos

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

"That woman must have gotten a filthy illness like that because she's been sleeping around! Now that we've kicked her out, she's probably dead somewhere on the streets!" Charles chuckled darkly. "Easy. I'll just call her, and we'll know if she's dead or alive." I looked out the window and watched as the rainstorm turned into a snowstorm, and the temperature dropped even lower. The ice age was coming. I curled my lips. Was I the one who was going to die? I think not. Then, my phone rang. Slowly, I accepted the call, and the other end seemed to be surprised. "You're still alive, Jennie?"

I shoved everything inside piece by piece: clothes, shoes, and skincare. I was packing everything when I suddenly went still. A memory from two weeks ago surged to the front of my mind. I had just finished work and arrived home when the stench of cigarette smoke hit me in the hallway. I noticed the fire escape door was slightly ajar, and for some inexplicable reason, I decided to peer inside. Kian had Isabel pinned against the wall, kissing her like he couldn’t get enough. Isabel's hands were shoved beneath his dress shirt, while Kian's hands gripped her waist tightly. They were both breathing hard, completely oblivious to the fact that I was standing only a few feet away.

Chapter Seven Laila’s POV “Kill the rogue!” Rico’s roar bounced off the cold brick walls of the alley. “And tear that girl away from him, bring her to me alive!” The alley exploded. Twelve broad-shouldered Delta wolves surged forward at once, weapons raised, boots heavy against the wet pavement. Zane didn't flinch. He didn't step back. He didn't make a sound. Before the first blade could swing, his hand clamped around my upper arm. His grip was warm and tight, pulling me hard against his side. In one swift movement, he shoved me back into a narrow brick alcove between two massive metal dumpsters.

"Oh, I know exactly what I’m dealing with. And you’ll find that out soon enough too. But first…" His fingers danced over the pedestal, and a strange vibration filled the room. Suddenly, a door I hadn’t noticed before opened with a creak, revealing a narrow corridor shrouded in shadows. From the darkened hallway, something moved—something large, moving closer. Dominic stepped in front of me, his body a shield, but his eyes never left Zane. "What are you releasing?" Zane’s grin widened, his eyes glowing with a malevolent hunger. "Something far worse than you could ever imagine."

Later that night, in a quiet room off the east corridor, Joana found him—Zane, seated in one of the reading lounges, half-consumed by a massive book on Russian trade dynasties. “You’re changing,” she said, not unkindly. Zane looked up. “Am I?” She sat opposite him. “You walk like someone who knows where they’re going now.” “I’m still here, Joana. Still caged.” “Maybe.” She leaned forward. “But you’re sharpening your teeth.” Zane closed the book. “Why does that matter to you?” Joana tilted her head. “Because sooner or later, the house will crack. And when it does, I want to know which side of the rubble you’re standing on.”