Black Zero Event Novels & Stories

Leaving me in the hallway sulking from her rejection once again. At the stadium, most of the pack members were in the stands to witness this historic event. Trevor was fighting the Zeta Matt of Black Moon; this was a fight of submission or death. This battle meant a lot to Black Moon, these pack members needed assurance that they would be left in great hands. The bell rang and the fight commenced.

The Resolution of the Sovereign-Settlement A "Blinding-White-Resonance" erupted from the Stock Exchange, a "Wave of Absolute-Equity" that swept across Manhattan and out into the "Global-Grid." The "Gray-Standard" didn't just fade; it was "Annexed" by the "Violet-Spring." The "Memory-Loss" events stopped. The "Old-Greed" was "Written-Off" as "Bad-Debt." Dominic pulled back from the "Link," his "Somatic-Grafts" glowing with a "Permanent-Gold-Indigo" light. He looked at the console, where the Vantablack prompt had been replaced by a single, quiet "System-Note."

Through the glass ceiling of the subterranean chamber, a massive, holographic projection of the night sky flickered to life, fed by the city's exterior cameras. The orange glow of the burning Destroyer was gone. The stars were gone. The sky was completely, utterly black, blocked out by a shape so massive it defied comprehension. The Nullity had arrived. making planetfall?

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

They carefully loaded James into a waiting ambulance, Alex monitoring his vital signs, May scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. As they pulled out of the garage, the digital world around them seemed to be unraveling. Streetlights flickered erratically, plunging entire blocks into darkness, then blazing back to life with blinding intensity. Traffic signals blinked red in all directions, creating a cacophony of honking and near-misses. The city was descending into chaos, a digital puppet show orchestrated by Zero's malevolent hand.

“There's a problem.” Elias sighed. “There is always a problem.” Jonathan expanded one future cluster. Probability spike. Very near. Not years. Minutes. Elena stared. “What is that?” Jonathan whispered: “A collision event.” “Where?” “Blackwood House.” Adrian turned. Eva. Noah. Lily. Daniel. Catherine. Everyone there. Probability lines exploded. One future: House intact. Another: Boundary collapse. Another: Fire. Another: First Door rupture. Another: Adrian dead.

We aren’t many, we have no chance to take all of them down. I watch the Black Tiger lie down on the ground. This time he’s holding a sniper as he wants to take everyone down. He aims, checks the wind speed and the distance and adjusts accordingly. Then he pulls the trigger. I run toward the people who are still around the zone and help them leave safely. “Leave! Run!” I scream and push them down an empty street. “Run while you still can!”

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

He's going to become rich! [His ability can only predict the weather after one week, so no dice. Besides, it's going to get taken away from him after a week anyway.] [Oh? So he won't have any idea about the ice age that's coming after that short heatwave?] I was completely stunned, unable to understand why I could see these words floating in front of my eyes. But undeniably, I did get diagnosed with breast cancer a week ago! Now, these comments were telling me that Kate was the one who had cancer, and not me?