Zone One Novel Novels & Stories

QUEENSTOWN, NEW ZEALAND. They arrive safely at New Zealand around midnight, they are all jet lagged but Zara insisted that they eat out in a restaurant. She didn't want the night to end neither did she want Bushra to come with them but Mika'il insisted. Even Bushra didn't want to go with them and act mature then sleep off but she can't just ignore her husband plea and look of desperation so she agreed and now they are in a very beautiful restaurant waiting for their meal.

"Even the nose. It's... it's a copy." "It doesn't matter," I said, my voice barely a breath against Leo's soft, dark hair. "They are ours. They don't have a father, Kat. They have us." I looked out the small, narrow window of the ward. The sun was just beginning to peak over the Lake Michigan. Somewhere out there, the Kane Plaza was catching the first rays of the morning light, its black glass reflecting the sky like a massive, blind mirror.

I cry out. Zane pushes away from me and mutters weakly, "I am sorry baby, but I am never leaving you again. In fact, I will find a way to our a tracker in you," he says, nodding to himself as if he has just done me a favor. A wave of dizziness hits me and I close my eyes. I don't know how but I find myself sleeping again. ** ***ZANE'S POV*** The moment I discover that London has zoned out on me, I place a kiss on her wrapped head, leaving the room.

I woke before dawn, heart steady, breath even. Healing, I realized, didn’t mean erasing the past. It meant learning how to stand without it holding you upright. ZANE On the other side of the city, Zane Wilson sat alone in a small, sparsely furnished apartment. No glass walls. No assistants. No empire humming beneath his feet. Just quiet. He read the news on his phone — a brief article mentioning Aurora Lupin’s latest success. No scandal. No footnotes. Just competence. He set the phone down without expression.

"Of course." "Zeke, Noah, Noelle, Jared, come with me." Vincent ordered. His gaze fell on me. "You should come with me as well," he said. ... "There were more than a dozen of them. We have restricted movements in Zone A. The werewolves have also been isolated," Noelle said. We were in Vincent's office. Noelle was briefing my mate on everything that had happened at Zone A.

They were called the Foundation. And then, in the pages that followed, she laid out every partial connection she had managed to find. No confirmed names. Fragments. A pack affiliation here, a council connection there, a financial instrument that appeared in three separate cases pointing toward the same neutral zone location without ever resolving into a single identifiable source. She had been three steps away when she died. “The neutral zone location,” I said. “She identified a specific property.” The neutral zone was an unclaimed land between packs, it belonged to no pack or region, but it was mostly occupied by rogues and people who were banished.

“I swear I didn’t know.” She looked so small. So human. And still, I couldn’t bring myself to feel sorry. Not entirely. Because for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t the one being hunted. I wasn’t the scandal or the shame. I was the storm. Catherine’s empire cracked. Sera’s facade shattered. And through it all, I stood beside Zane, our shadows long against the light of a burning world. Zane’s hand tightened around mine. “It’s over,” he whispered.

“You’re asking for The Zone?” “Yes.” Dorian’s tone dropped, colder now. “You know what that means.” “I know exactly what it means,” Lanvin said. The Zone wasn't a child's play. It was something dangerous and deadly. It is a place in the game where players lose themselves to speed, strength, violence. No rules. No mercy. You crushed bones if you had to. You kept going until one couldn’t stand anymore. And players were advised to indulge in it except professionals. “You could die,” Dorian spat out, even though he was happy he had brought the idea. It'll be his opportunity to deal with Lanvin in the most brutal way ever..

My family. Peace, just like Mom always wanted. And I never thought the day would come when I’d stand to protect the Wolf Zone. Now, we’re heading back there, the place that’s now my only home. Back to my mate in the hospital. I can’t explain how, but I feel it. Zane’s going to open his eyes. And I’m going to be the one right next to him. The first face he’ll see will be mine.

“Relax, sweetheart. Name’s Nova. You were out cold for almost an hour. Thought you weren’t gonna make it.” I sat up fast, head spinning. “Where the hell am I? What is this place?” Nova raised a brow. “You really don’t remember anything, huh?” I frowned. “Last thing I remember, I got pushed off a fucking cliff. You telling me I’m not dead?” That made a few boys nearby glance at me. One of them snorted. “We all thought that, dude.” Nova sighed, crouching beside me. “Welcome to Zone 1 , darling. The Playground of the Damned.”