Zone One Novel Novels & Stories

she murmured, half smiling, half dreading whatever awaited her here. The moment the doors opened, Aurora and Ronan stepped onto the tarmac first. Sienna and I followed, our bags wheeled behind us. Warm Italian air wrapped my skin, soft and damp, smelling faintly of lemon trees. And then— Zayne emerged. Last. Hands in his pockets. Black shirt clinging to him like a sin waiting to happen. He didn’t look at me… until he did. A single glance. A flick of his eyes across mine. Brief. Sharp. Enough to knock something loose inside my chest.

Amanda The first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. I opened my eyes slowly, a dull ache radiating through my body with every movement. Pain was a constant reminder of the torment I had endured at the hands of Zane, but as I lay there, I began to comprehend a new reality – I was safe. I was back in my pack, surrounded by those who cared for me. The familiarity of my surroundings provided a strange comfort amidst the lingering pain.

Sinclair tapped Zane for the team tasked with finding a cure to dezone Rory. With nothing but myths and barely any documentation, Zane threw himself into finding a cure. Twelve months of failure, test tubes shattering, rats dying, and chemicals exploding right in his face. Until finally, Zane, out of the nine members of the team, found the missing formula. He’d stood before this same containment chamber, syringe in hand, while staring at the Zoned Alpha strapped to a steel table. The guy, more of an animal, was unsedated that day, and he was thrashing insanely against the chains, his growls rattling the walls. Spit flew from his jaws, eyes glowing yellow. Zane had let his cold detachedness f

There was no recognition. "Afternoon, miss," Zane said, tipping his cap with a polite, distant smile. "Do I know you? You look like one of the girls from the high school, maybe?" Elara froze. The "Disconnect" wasn't just a loss of memory; it was a Re-allocation of Narrative. In Zane’s world, he wasn't a protector; he was just a neighbor. The bond that had survived the end of the universe had been filed under "Stranger."

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"

“We have a new member of the council I’d like to introduce.” I sit up straighter, curiosity piqued. I glance at the unfamiliar man again, and this time, his gaze locks with mine. There’s a brief flicker of something that passes between us. It’s hard to describe. A pull, a faint sense of recognition, though I’m certain I’ve never met him before. I feel intrigued, but not in the way my mother has always described I should feel when I find my One. It’s different. Subtle. Yet, it’s there.

Sighing, Jean chimed in, "That woman is such a nuisance. She's like a leech; you can't shake her off!" After a brief silence, Jack piped up, "If she's dead, her stocks will belong to me." "Is that true?" Jean asked with glee. I trembled violently when I heard the suggestion. Was my husband thinking of killing me? I stood there, frozen. At that moment, a chill swept through my entire body, leaving me trembling uncontrollably. I had never imagined that the man I shared a bed with, the husband I trusted, would be planning to kill me.

His gaze flicked between Kael and me as we slid into the backseat, his expression unreadable. “Problems?” Zane asked, starting the car. Kael leaned back against the seat, running a hand through his hair. “Handled.” Zane’s eyes flickered toward me in the rearview mirror. “And her?” I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. “Still alive. Obviously.” Zane snorted but didn’t push. Instead, he focused on the road as he sped through the empty streets of New York, putting distance between us and the ambush site.

Forever. The storm was far from over. Zane had retreated, but the battle—the war—was just beginning. And when he returned, he would find more than he ever anticipated. Because we were ready. Because Ester was mine. Because no predator, no Alpha, no Silver Light would ever take what belonged to us. The hollow had ignited. And the storm had only just begun.

If I sneak out without telling him, he’ll activate the GPS under my skin. Winona: You’re dating a billionaire, not a prison warden. Winona: And you’re Dianna Valdez. Remember? The woman who once intimidated a judge just by looking at him. The office door slid open a little. Zane appeared, still in a black T-shirt and dark joggers. His hair was mussed by one hand, his phone in the other. His black eyes found me instantly on the sofa, swallowed in his hoodie, legs folded, a box of siomay in front of me.