Cero Absoluto Novels & Stories

What was so special about it? Maybe it was the low buzz that radiated from it. Or maybe it was the warmth that it gave off. It must have been the satisfaction of holding such a powerful trinket. It may have also been the pulse that ran through Trix's body when her finger touched the smooth surface. "No," Tristan yelled as he ran towards where she stood. As his two feet entered the rectangular box marked on the floor, the floor suddenly disappeared. The two landed with a thud and was emersed in darkness.

A ripple of power swept the clearing, fast and violent, throwing dust and pebbles into the air. Amaya cried out, stumbling. The flare of energy snapped towards her like lightning. "No!" I screamed, shoving my hands forward as if I could pull it back. Ciro was faster. He moved between us, his body solid as stone, his presence cutting through the chaos. The energy struck him instead, splintering around his frame before dissolving into nothing. The silence afterward was deafening. My chest heaved, my hands trembling, the glow fading reluctantly from my skin. Amaya stood frozen behind him, her face pale, eyes wide with terror.

Even Izzy, who is the most talkative, didn't even dare to talk. " I asked you guys here to bid my goodbyes and to see you one last time", Melo broke the silence. Izzy started to cry. I raised my eyebrow at them. " What's happening here ? Enlighten us please", I said and look at Shirly for some answers but she shrugged her shoulders. "Melo is sick. Leukemia. Stage three", Izzy informed us sobbing. It takes a minute for me to diggest what she just said.

Salvatore Rossi took his coffee the same way every morning, black, unsweetened, at the same corner table of the same café, because a man who wanted to be underestimated needed to be predictable in the ways that didn't matter, so no one thought to look closely at the ways that did.

When the doctor was done, she sighs and shook her head. Mark looked at the doctor impatiently asked "Any worries?" "Actually, it shows from my results that she is a patient of bipolar disorder and this has made it more critical as she has gone into a severe trauma. Hence, will be silently inactive for a long time." The doctor said "What do you mean silently inactive?" Mark asked "It means she would be quiet for a long time, won't respond to anyone or talk to anyone. And this will go until she recovers from her trauma" the doctor said

A woman stood beside the fourth crib. Her face was hidden. But around her neck was the Serael symbol. She looked directly into the camera. And smiled. The screen went black. A single message appeared. YOU LET GO OF REVENGE. Then another. GOOD. My stomach tightened. The final message appeared. NOW YOU ARE READY TO LEARN WHO YOU REALLY ARE. And beneath it was a name I had never seen before. SUBJECT ZERO-C.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

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

"You cannot have nothing without something to contrast it with. The Absolute Zero needs existence. Not permanently. But cyclically. It breathes reality in and out like—" She stopped. Through the bond, I felt her realization spreading like wildfire. "Like breathing," she repeated. "It breathes. Which means—" "—which means it is not truly nothing," I finished. "Something that breathes is something. Something that decides is something. Something that creates and erases is—" "—is terrified," Kael said suddenly. We all turned to him. "What?" Darius demanded. "The Absolute Zero. It is afraid." Kael's awareness rippled with certainty. "Look at how it moves. How it erases. This is not casual reset.

The air inside the Alpine Vault was a sterile vacuum, devoid of the scent of pine or the salt of the Atlantic. It was the "Zero-Point" of human history—a cathedral of white light and humming superconductors where the "Master-Ledger" sat like a silent, glass god.