Grace Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

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

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

Zane threatened as he clenched his fists. The two kept their lips sealed for a while, putting on brave faces, but when Zane suddenly took a step towards them, Leon shouted, “Mother took him to New Grace hospital,” “Where is this New Grace hospital?” Zane asked. “The one near North field Avenue.” “So it’s in the country?” “Yes. Don’t you know anything? If you want to see Damion, go there.” Suddenly, things weren’t adding up to Zane, and he glared between Theo and Leon for a moment before looking back at Yoko and said, “You fifteen, move into the mansion and search everywhere. Do not leave any room untouched!”

She simply occupied space with a confidence that didn’t waver, and people adjusted themselves around her instinctively. Celeste hated how natural it looked. She stood in front of the mirror of her apartment, adjusting the fall of her blazer with careful precision. Neutral colors. Soft lines. Nothing threatening. She had learned long ago that sharp edges scared people. Warmth invited them in. By the time she reached Vale Noir Group, she was already smiling. The lobby hummed with quiet productivity, employees moving with purpose, voices low, respectful. Celeste moved through them easily, greeted by name more often than not. Proximity did that. Familiarity bred access.

The air was unnaturally still, the kind of silence that made the sound of our boots on the gravel path feel like a series of gunshots. Luciano held the lead box—Santino’s scrambler—in his left hand. A faint, low-frequency hum emanated from the device, a vibration so subtle it felt more like a headache than a sound. It was the "Dead Zone." Within a twenty-yard radius of that box, we didn't exist to the satellites. We were ghosts in the machine.

But deadly. "Stop staring him down like that Jas," my brother teased, making my cheeks redden. "Give me a break, dude. Have you done anything besides stare at everything with curves and a heartbeat?” “Touche." I glanced back at him to find his eyes... on me. My breath caught in my throat. I stared into his eyes; his expression was blank, devoid of all emotions. My heart rate quickened as his eyes left mine, slowly sweeping down my form, taking his time. My skin tingled everywhere his gaze swept by . It was like my body could feel his gaze , lightening up my body. His gaze lingered on my exposed breast before sweeping up to my neck that was currently flushed, no doubt he could hear my quicken

The sun was barely up when Evelyn received a message on her burner phone—a number that only a few trusted people knew. The text was brief and to the point: *Meet me at the old cathedral. Midnight. Come alone.* Evelyn’s heart pounded as she read the message. Kade didn’t waste time. The old cathedral was a relic from a forgotten era, long abandoned and shrouded in urban legend. It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, far from the prying eyes of The Tribunal.

Gesa was a small city in Hanorak bordered by green vegetation, the people were mainly farmers, fishermen and traders, Infact it had the largest market west of Hanorak with stalls bursting to fullness with more wares than a mind could fathom there were cabbages and melons the size of a bull's head and grapes so sweet and juicy they stained the fingers a shocking purple for days after wards, there was a cobbler and a tanner and a cart full to spilling with buttered scones, the jeweller stood by his curtained tent enticing ladies to sample his wares and exclaiming how it brought out the light in their eyes or the milkiness of their skin, somewhere ahead a juggler juggled his colourful balls and

Skylar holding a huge bouquet of roses, looking uncharacteristically nervous. The moment my team saw him, they exchanged knowing looks and started cheering for him. "Good luck, Mr. Skylar!" Laughing, they waved and tactfully slipped inside, leaving the two of us alone. Amused, I looked at him. "What's this, Mr. Skylar?" He took a deep breath and held the roses out to me, his expression unusually serious. "Suzanna, you caught my attention from the first time we collaborated. And everything that happened after that only showed me how strong and kind you are.

Sophia’s voice sounded crystalline, vibrating with a metallic reverb. "Signal is... grainy, Sophia," Zero’s voice crackled through a phantom earpiece, sounding like he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "You’re in the Buffer Zone. Lucas hasn't noticed you yet, but his pulse-checks are constant. You need to move toward the central spire. That’s where he’s anchoring the 'Soul-Fragments'."