Zone One Novel Novels & Stories

Aurora. One second he was sitting there beside me, looking at me, and the next he was gone. I watched him run from the car and embrace the small woman in the driveway. They held each other for what felt like forever. She had her back to me so I couldn’t see her face, but I could see Gunner’s. His eyes sparkled as he stared at her, his mouth flashed a full toothy grin. He never looked that way around me, he never looked at me like the way he did her. The more I watched, the more I burned. He picked her up and spun her around through the air. Her long hair covered her face, but I can only assume she looked as sickly happy as Gunner did. There was so much joy and happiness. I admit I felt envio

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."

Zane replied stepping forward. "And you are?" The guy asked eying him from head to toe. "The guy you asked for, got any problem with that?" Zane asked him. "Ah, I see. So you are the famous alpha Zane? Now this is getting interesting, if you are the alpha, does that mean she is the Luna?" He asked pointing at Shirley with a smirk on his face. "Yes she is. Again, do you have any problem with that?" Zane asked impatiently, then he covered her all the more with his figure.

His heart raced as he shut his eyes, concentrating on the image of fire in his palm. For a moment, nothing happened. He could feel the curious stares of the other students, and his nervousness grew. But then, just as doubt crept in—he felt something sudden. Warmth. The heat grew, spreading from his chest down his arm and into his hand. It wasn’t painful, but intense. Slowly, Damon opened his eyes—and to his shock, there was a small, flickering flame hovering above his palm. It wavered slightly in the wind—but it was real.

Before dinner, I showered, hoping that my scent would be stronger if I were clean. The minutes ticked by. I wondered what was happening at the border. Were they fighting? Were we winning? The moon rose, high in the sky. Zane’s arms were gray almost up to his elbows now. His feet, too, had turned the pallid color. I injected him with the medication Doctor Michael brought me. But it didn’t seem to be working. Or was it? I had no idea how fast the poison was supposed to spread. I was half-way through reading yet another book to Zane, when something at the window caught my eye.

“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.