Black Zero Event Novels & Stories

Through the trees, a red-black light pulsed once under the ridge. Subject Zero had woken.

I managed to dial emergency services before everything went black. My consciousness drifted in and out. The contractions came in relentless waves, drenching me in cold sweat. The warmth between my legs kept spreading, and my body grew colder with every passing second. The paramedic shouted, "She's showing signs of major hemorrhage. Get her to the OR now!" My vision started to blur. A nurse grabbed my hand and called out, "Where's your family? We need a signature before we can operate." I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood. My voice was barely a rasp. "It's just me."

*** A few weeks after the event within ‘The Great black’, the trajectory of the war shifted in a different direction. The war ended after the arrival of a certain man. No one remembered what had happened. Twelve of the alive gifted remembered, but they never talked of it. The war which no one remembered was named ‘The Darkhour’. Generations had passed as civilizations rose, and they fell. The time of three great powers has arrived, and evil is on the brink of awakening again.

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.

After all, she was the one asking him for a favor. ‘Although most of Elder Maurice’s pawns have been captured, Hestia Border has many parties, and if one is destroyed, another will soon rise.’ Thought Duke. ‘The criminal forces here are endless, and they simply cannot be eliminated in a short period of time.’ He nodded. “Sure.” Mavice smiled and turned to finish whatever she had come here for. What happened on the edge of the Soux River quickly made headlines. [The thirty-year rule of the Black Party is over, and there will be no more Black Party, no more crimes, and no more bloody violence in the world!]

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?

Then everything went black. . .

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.