Zygarde Novels & Stories

Carter moved towards a table attached to a broad white glass wall. He wafted his hand and a high pitched whooshing sound came, followed by random images forming spontaneously on the glass wall which turned out to be a very large computer embedded on it. Carter had made advancements in designing and coming up with bleeding edge technology like the Mega Computer—one of the latest computers that was already surpassing the supercomputers. "You remember that incident back in Australia two years ago?" "Yeah..." Carol responded, turning from Carter to the screen. " Well, another one was taken down in Hong Kong just early this week."

: “Gaah!! You little–” Naraja saw the black human-like figure stumble backwards from the unexpectedness and then took a little step forward and Naraja used up the remaining amount of his strength in his body, twirled it onto the left-side of his body while bringing up his left leg, and then…BAM!!!

Zara explains gently, her voice soft. "Feral?" I ask, looking at the three of them, confused. "You would become a rogue," Zane spits. "Now, come on. He's waiting." Just another Alpha. Nothing to worry about. Right?

I stared at the enormous condominium building in front of me from my car. It's been two days since my last interaction with Hazard. I wasn't actually planning to help him regarding his belonging but guilt kept on creeping me out every day. Besides, he has completely galvanized me and I'm literally trying to restrain myself from re-taking his calling card inside the trash bin.

"Sure, take your time." Marcus walked over to the living room and switched on the television. Angela came back a few minutes later. She had changed into a red tracksuit, with the temperature being eighteen degrees; it seemed ideal. “I once had the same Adidas tracksuit. Not sure what happened to it, but your design is different with the tight last by the ankle with the entire word Adidas written on it, the white zipper, zipped diagonal across, and the sleeves have what seemed like half black net and half material with a fine line of gold.” "You had one like this? I never knew it is unisex."

said Zara, angrily. “Mum, I am already grounded for three days,” she said sadly. “I don’t anything, I am still angry Hania, you could have injured yourself while driving yourself or worst, dancing with those senior boys, you could have been harassed or raped,” Zara was angry. Her father, Adam Ibrahim Kardaar was reading a book relating to species of animals, he is a Herpetologist, something she got from him in her genes. He works in the army in the position of top researcher at the Pakistan Army Medical Research Institute for infectious diseases. Her mother, Zara Adam Kardaar (nee Khan) is an epidemiologist at the Centre for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC).

He was swaying like a ship in a storm. ​"Home," I agreed, my head spinning as the cool AC of the club hit my damp skin. ​Mateo stood up, nearly knocking over a bottle of tonic. He looked at us, his eyes barely staying open. "Driver’s outside. All of you. Get in the car. I’m... I’m paying for the hangover, too." ​As we piled into Mateo’s massive luxury van—a tangle of limbs, messy hair, and the scent of expensive gin—the city of BGC sped past us in a kaleidoscope of lights. We were a mess. We were unprofessional. We were completely, beautifully wasted.

I replied, "but you should probably keep your distance from me. I seem to bring bad luck.” “Haden! Haden! What was that?” Zaryn rushed to keep up with Alpha Haden, her breaths heavy and laboured. “What was all that about?” she asked, panting for air. “Wait! I need answers right now!” she shouted before stumbling over a stump. Alpha Haden, who had been several paces ahead, abruptly halted at the sound of Zaryn's fall. He approached her as she lay on the ground, trying to process the impact of her fall.

“Well then, would you like to see my mate? I remember promising you that, we won’t take long, Arian still doesn’t want you out of your rooms yet” “Sure” we walked deeper into the woods until we stumbled upon what looked to be a cemetery of some sorts. “This is where we bury the dead from our pack, right here within our walls, so they wouldn’t be far from home” he said, leading us between headstones until we came to stand in front of one. It read ‘Margot Oswald’. I frowned, been doing that a lot lately, I noted to myself “there…… my mate and Arian’s twin sister”