Fanfiction Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

The sound of Zone’s boots echoed down the hallway as he stormed into the war room. I could see anger in his eyes. Ardan, Rachel, and I were huddled over maps and scouting reports, discussing strategies to secure the territory. “We have a problem,” Zone said as he tossed a worn scrap of fabric onto the table. I picked it up, frowning. The material was torn and dirty, reeking faintly of magic and rogue wolves. “What is this?” Ardan asked coldly as he straightened his back to face Zone.

Then Luis gets into his car and keeps on driving towards Tacoma. Leo also got into his car and drove behind Luis George. They got back to the zone. Where everyone in the zone has turned to flesh-eating monsters. Luis pointed at his parent's house and said, "I hope those in that house are saved?” Then Leo laughed, and said; “No one survived” That zone fence with a strong barbed wire and so many houses were built inside it that people lived in.

There was no recognition. "Afternoon, miss," Zane said, tipping his cap with a polite, distant smile. "Do I know you? You look like one of the girls from the high school, maybe?" Elara froze. The "Disconnect" wasn't just a loss of memory; it was a Re-allocation of Narrative. In Zane’s world, he wasn't a protector; he was just a neighbor. The bond that had survived the end of the universe had been filed under "Stranger."

The border of the Zenith Crown wasn't marked by a fence or a stony wall, but by the sudden, chilling absence of Kaelen’s heat, one step, I was in the stifling, golden pressure of his territory, the next, I was in the Neutral Zone, the air here was different, it tasted of damp earth, old pine, and rotting leaves, it was the honest, uncurated scent of a forest that didn't have a self-proclaimed sun-god trying to keep it in a state of perpetual summer.

“Just a few more minutes.” Theo decides to leave it alone, not arguing as much as he usually would. He’d been much quieter ever since that day, feeling just as lost as I did, but he had an easier time of keeping his hands clean than I did. “Hey.” I sit up straighter when I see Zander approaching with a large duffel over his shoulders. He hoists it up a little higher, gesturing for me to stay seated when I begin to stand. He sets the bag on the floor gently before he takes the empty place on the bench, his brown eyes meeting mine to show an unfamiliar compassion.

I squealed as the moment replayed in my head. I may have taken his words out of the original context; however, it was still enough to send my mind into overdrive. A girl whom never experienced romance, and has been severely afraid of her own mate, has finally found a man that fits her standards. “Haa,” I sighed – Master Zonner won’t even look at me for a second glance. But also, he hasn’t found his mate yet… I-I can still hope for just a little bit, right? Third Person’s Point of View

I added a narrow channel leading out. “This is the secret door,” I said. Zane looked over. “For escaping?” “For storing bodies.” He laughed. Then he lowered himself and rested his chin on my shoulder for a beat. His breath warmed my skin. “You collect expensive hobbies.” “I collect creative trauma.” He pressed a quick kiss to my neck, right under my ear. The jolt hit me just as a larger wave rolled in, flooding our ankles and knocking my balance off by a hair. Zane caught me. Of course he did.

He whimpers loud, pre-cum leaking. "Everything....plans, numbers," Kaelen growls, dropping to suck Zane's cock, wet and deep. Zane breaks, babbling: "Fifty members, bases in caves and undercity. Artifact for portal to demon realms....summon army, overthrow king." Jackpot, way beyond the novel! My body's on fire, cock throbbing; I pull my fingers out, replacing with my erection, thrusting deep. Zane cries out, clenching. Ardyn joins, freeing Zane's hands partially to grip us, then fucks his mouth, slow and dominant.

Zen asked, his eyes searching hers, yet he didn’t release her hand. “This,” Aleah snapped, her frustration spilling over. “You’re kind to me, and then suddenly… you pull away. I don’t understand you, Zen.” Her voice softened, carrying a vulnerability that felt too raw to hide. “And my heart… it can’t take any more of this.” Zen’s expression shifted, his gaze unreadable yet intense. “Are you upset by it? Do you not like it?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with something between curiosity and regret.

Zen says, the solidity of his tone crushing down any ray of hope “And once the people realize there is no magic user to hunt down, it’s obvious what would become of the ones on the job.” The church courtyard is clear in my vision, this time with two guillotines. It’s suddenly colder in this room, and my hands and feet and freezing. I feel panic bubbling in my throat. “If you had listened to me the first time, and not jumped head first into a well,” My gaze snaps to Zen, and I realize he’s walked over to the vanity “Then you would be home right now, and I would finally be dead.” The floodgates open, and my anger warms up every freezing bone in my body.