Novels by Ze Von

Lucian POV "There's an invitation... from your father" I paused, my work suddenly interrupted by Armand. "Here." I stretched out my hand and he gave me the invitation— a ridiculously fancy thing with a bright seal. I could tell where the invitation was from without even opening it. The Vampires Association. I sighed, slitting open the envelope and unfolding the letter. With a flick of my wrist, I opened it. The words were formal, filled with unnecessary flair; A grand event bringing together vampires, blah blah, foster diplomacy, yadda yadda yadda. "It's a waste of time," I remarked casually, scrunching and tossing the letter into its rightful place— the waste bin. "I'm not interested. Tell him I'm not coming. You can choose between sending a text message or writing such an elaborate reply. Have fun." My words were quite clear but Armand, being himself, pressed on. "It's a significant event, apparently. Your father's words, not mine." I raised a brow, leaning back into my ch

Aritzea POV "Ugh..." Why did I agree to come.... Why was I here.... "Aritzea!" "What?" I turned to look at my brother who was staring at me with a frown. He stared at me for a while before looking away to "Remember, no funny behaviour tonight." I rolled my eyes. "Sure." But I couldn't promise anything. I didn't even want to be here. Thorne glanced at me sternly before pushing open the door of the car to get out. I took a deep breath and followed. Vampires. I could smell them. Originally, I wasn't one to enjoy attending such pompous events, but the fact that it was filled with vampires made it all the more unbearable for me. Diplomacy, they called it. Fuck diplomacy. It was a test of patience. My patience, to be precise. The two groups separated themselves, werewolves huddled in one side of the room and vampires on the other. The only people interacting were the high-ranking members of both factions pretending to engage in civil conversation. I glanced over to where Thorne

Aritzea’s POVFuck! Why hadn't I killed him?!Why did I let him off with just a scratch?!Aritzea Duval, this is the most disappointing thing you've ever done!With every step I took, my anger grew. Sure, I had managed to snap the heads of those men who had tied me up in that hell hole, but that wasn't enough. Not even close.I should have killed him too. I had the perfect opportunity. One move and I'd have snapped the head off the damn bastard. Instead, I had so foolishly left him with just a little scratch.The thought of him lingered and I tried to shake him off my head. It was over and there was nothing I could do. But, his figure kept appearing in my head. His touch, his voice, the way he made my body react against my will— it sent a shiver down my spine. His wanton chuckles and his breath against my skin.... I despised it all. But my wolf seemed to disagree with me. I suppressed the weird feeling growing inside of me.Gosh! Stop thinking about him!The lights of our estate fin

Lucian POV ‘Swish!’ The blade sliced through the air with surprising speed aimed right at my heart. Already expecting her actions, I caught her blade just before it could reach me. I looked down, her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the knife mere inches away from my chest. A slow smile spread across my lips. "Impressive," I praised, "But you'll need to do better than that, love." Our gazes clashed, my amusement a complete opposite to the fire of fury in her eyes. She was clearly at loss here, but she was still so defiant as if she had all the odds in her favour. It intrigued me. I released her wrist slowly, the blade slipping from her fingers as it clattered to the floor. She tried to slip away, but I moved faster, grabbing her wrists again as I pulled her towards my chest. "Bastard, get away from me!" She grunted in anger as she glared at me. I ignored her words and gently cupped her face. Her skin was warm, soft beneath my touch. I could feel the rapid pulse of her he

Lucian POV Desperation. Greed. Filth. The stink of these three was as pungent as always in a place like this. This auction was always a place for people who delighted in the darker pleasures of life. From vampires to humans and the occasional supernatural oddity, they were all the same— vying for their next new toy. I clicked my tongue in disdain, leaning back into my seat, barely paying attention to the latest round of bids. It was all so..... boring. Ah, it seems I have to find a new place. The auction hall had lost its luster to me. It was all the same faces, and the same twisted games. Terribly repetitive, there was no fun in that. "We shall begin the bidding for this beauty...." A new item had probably been brought on to the platform and the buzz of the crowd heightened. It seemed as if a new, more twisted sense of excitement had been injected into them. I tilted my head, a bit curious despite myself, and then, I saw her. A beauty indeed. They dragged her onto the pla

Aritzea POV "Ugh!" I woke to a dull throb of pain in my head and the cold bite of metal against my wrists and ankles. My mind was as foggy as a forest before dawn, but as my vision cleared, I finally noticed my surroundings. I was bound, shackled in some dark, musty room that reeked of dampness and rot. Where was this? I was utterly confused. The last I remembered was of me leaving early from a party with Selene and her friends with me leaving early. Then how the hell had I come here? My first instinct was to shift into my wolf form, rip these chains apart and find my way back home. But when I tried, I felt nothing. I just realised, my wolf was completely silent, a dull ache where she should have been. At once, I panicked. How was this possible?! What had they done to me? I tried again, more desperately this time, trying my best to summon my wolf from wherever she was. But no matter what I did, it was like reaching into a void. My wolf was gone! The door creaked open and a sl