Cero Absoluto Novels & Stories

given physical form—twelve-foot-tall, faceless monoliths of shifting, geometric obsidian that hummed with the power of a thousand suns. ​“Don’t let them synchronize!” Aris screamed, her voice sounding metallic and distorted as the gravity-well of the Arbiters began to warp the sound waves. “If they complete the 'Hexagonal-Lock,' they’ll create a localized 'Absolute Zero' point! They’ll freeze the twins' Gold light before it can even leave their skin!”

He releases my wrist and holds the phone up, crushing it. Using only his hand he demolishes it. The cheap plastic casing crunches, the screen spiderwebs, and the internal components snap. He drops the debris into a small trashcan like it’s nothing more than a crushed soda can. "Protocol Zero," Kirill states. "You fucking asshole!" I shout, staring at the ruined tech. "Protocol Zero," he repeats, his voice hard. "Total blackout. No electronic emissions. No outgoing signals. No incoming data. We are a black hole. You don’t touch anything electronic."

Then she focused on the people flooding into the shelter. Sarah arrived five minutes later with her elderly parents, her brother, his wife, their two kids. She was carrying a laptop and looked terrified. "The models are going insane," Sarah said, pulling up data. "Temperature dropping one degree every three minutes now. We'll hit zero in half an hour. Below zero shortly after. Maya, this isn't weather. This is atmospheric collapse." "How long will it last?" "I don't know. The models can't predict this. Nothing in climate history compares." Sarah's hands shook. "This is extinction-level cold."

​Station Zero was a cathedral of cold logic, a sprawling complex of black polymer and reinforced titanium that seemed to breathe with the slow, tectonic pulse of the earth. Thousands of "Sentinel-Drones"—sleek, eel-like machines with red optic sensors—wove through the thermal vents like a silver-shroud. They didn't hunt with sound; they hunted with "Bio-Electrical Signatures."

************"************* SANDY (pov) Oh my goodness!! I'm in trouble! sandy thought. her body shaking, sweat dripping under her blue cardigan, the thought rummaged through her head, it was like missing puzzles far off in different hides. She stalkingly walked to the females, thinking if she didn't sit for a minute she might faint. was she getting fired? or was there something she did not know or was missing? Different torturing thoughts and assumptions ran through her head. she knew there would not be an answer until tomorrow.

It's only after a deep velvety voice caresses my ear canals, that I open my eyes I comprehend that I haven’t hit the ground. I become increasingly aware of the warmth of huge muscular hands around my waist just below my breast. The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves.

Alex always lives by forgetting himself and becoming someone new. He too took a deep and long breath. The night sky looked even darker because neither the moon nor the stars were shining up there. Alex continued wandering while hugging himself. The midnight air was so cold, but Alex couldn't think of a lie to get. He left very suddenly, and he prepared nothing in advance. Alex keeps thinking of a set to stay, but all he can get is his friend Drake asking him for help. Alex also called his best friend while sitting on the sidewalk.

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

Martin slowly lowered his tablet onto the mahogany table, the crushing reality of it settling into his shoulders like a physical burden. "It only understands raw efficiency," Martin finished. Ethan nodded. "So every time one facility stumbles..." Ethan continued. "...the engine pushes more work onto the next node," Martin added. "...and if that next facility somehow survives..." Ethan said. "...it pushes even more," Harper completed. Harper finished the terrifying thought herself, her voice barely above a digital whisper. "Until every single hub in the network reaches its absolute breaking point." Ethan looked at her, his gaze carrying something dangerously close to sympathy.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de