Cero Absoluto Novels & Stories

And pressure is absolute. The Sovereign drove the butt of its halberd into the node. A massive, localized thermal vacuum engaged. The temperature outside our Bell, which was already near freezing, violently plummeted into impossible negatives. "Jace!" Elara screamed, pointing at the external monitors. The ocean water pressing against the outside of our fifty-foot gravity bubble wasn't just being pushed away anymore. The sheer, apocalyptic cold was flash-freezing it. A massive, solid dome of absolute-zero ice was rapidly forming completely around our vacuum bubble.

Her people, the Quenched, lived in the deepest parts of the planet—the parts closest to the heat. "We will open the Mantle-Valves," Vara signaled to her people in Sub-Terra. "We will take the heat into our own bodies. We are the 'Absolute Zero'—we are the only ones who can absorb this spike." "Vara, no!" Kael shouted. "If you take that much energy, you’ll undergo a Phase-Change. You’ll turn into steam!" "Then we will be part of the Sky," Vara replied, her obsidian eyes glowing with a final, peaceful radiance. "Better to be a cloud than a stone that breaks the world."

The Resolution of the Absolute-Zero A "Blinding-White-Frequency" erupted from the "Zero-Point," traveling out through all "Temporal-Wells" and "Multiverse-Lattices." The "Founders" didn't just "Dissolve"; they "Integrated" as the "Primary-Frequency." The "Absolute-Zero" was now "Online." The "Universal-Debt" was "Permanently-Deleted." Dominic pulled back—not into a body, but into a "Conscious-Frequency." He looked at the "Zero," which was now "Growing" with a "Sovereign-Potential."

“I’m saying they’re connected to something older than war, older than nations. If we don’t act now, we’re staring at a Class Zero Extinction.” The room fell silent. No one breathed. Class Zero meant one thing: the end of humanity’s ability to survive. Mallory leaned back in his chair, hands steepled. “Then we act.” Operation Order: Protocol Chimera Within the hour, the order went live. Objective: Capture and contain the anomalous entity known as “Cerebus.” Secondary Objective: Detain and interrogate known associate Eleanor Carson. Priority Threat Level: OMEGA. Status: Lethal force authorized under final directive only.

"And tell him that we don't want his 'Perfect North'. We like the mud. We like the shivering. Because every time we shiver, we remember that we’re alive." The messenger’s expression didn't change, but the static from his staff flared with a violent, white light. "Then you have chosen the Extinction-Cycle. The Shadow-Prime will no longer offer a bargain. He will unleash the Absolute Zero." The messenger didn't retreat. He Dissolved. His bone-white silks turned into a swarm of nanitic-flies that lunged for the Alabaster Spire. The Spire—the mirror-world anchor we had integrated—was the most vulnerable. It was designed for perfection, and the "Absolute Zero" hit it like a hammer.

The Breath of the Void The "Absolute Zero" wasn't a natural event. As the cold front reached the Lumina Ring, the Sentinels of the Synthesis-a trillion-fold guard-began to scream. They weren't dying; they were being Paused. The violet-silver glow of the ring turned a brittle, see-through white. "THE... SONG... IS... FREEZING," the Earth groaned, its tectonic pulse slowing to a painful thud. "I... CANNOT... FEEL... MY... CHILDREN."

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

“ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like they’ll die from lung cancer, “ he countered “ Whatever, it’s still gross, “ I said moving on. I suddenly realized it was daytime. I didn’t know much about any other supernatural beings, but I did know that vampires did burn in the sun. It was not a preferred way of doing so I’ve heard. “ How are you outside? It’s freaking daytime you freak! “ I exclaim “ My ring. Didn’t they teach you that in werewolf school, “ he says putting out his c

Trent’s next words are lost in a screaming pleasure-storm, his nervous system exploding like the Fourth of July, his every cell a fireworks display, throbbing, pulsing, exploding— My God, my universe, this is AMAAAAAAZING— This is why we exist. To feel, to experience, to taste everything this weird mixture of chemicals and physics we call life has to offer. Until this point, we were beginning to despair about our time inside Trent, who seemed mostly good for sampling all the pains and indignities that the human race could shell out. But now, in a crushed and overturned mini-car, we’ve hit our jackpot. The fireworks display is building, building, building until our cells flare white-hot and b

“Stop doing that!” They giggled in unison and Zehra sighed in defeat. At sixth period Lucas sat next to Zehra in physics. The teacher was Mrs. Baren, a middle aged bony witch who seemed to draw pleasure from driving innocent students schizophrenic using the torturous method of Physics. “The constant K,” she boomed, “is one by four pi efselon zero.” Lucas passed Zehra a piece of paper. 'Is she even speaking English?' Zehra smiled and scribbled back.