Grace Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

ZORA "Here," Grace said suddenly. Before I could ask, she grabbed a jagged rock and dragged it across her own arm. Blue transparent fluid leaked out of the supposed wound. She stretched her hand to me, "Let's see if you can do well with basic healing." I flinched. "What the hell are you—" "Practice," she said curtly, still holding out the bleeding arm. "Or are you too scared your real self will surface? That you're just an imposter and a failure?"

“Grace shows signs of being able to sing in The Voice, Chloe is currently planning a wood carving out of teak to place in Miss Mavis’s poppy garden to commemorate its fire and recovery, Miss Sarah over there was made to bathe in the Luna Temple, and you, Alpha Zane, closed a deal last night on a small vineyard in West Cavendish worth roughly $14 million.” The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. “How do you know that?” Zane asked, and his voice was colder than the room. “Because I live online, and pretty much everything finds its way there eventually.” She raised her hands slightly in a placating gesture. “I told you that not as a challenge but to demonstrate your vulnerability.” Zane

Like something is interfering. Or worse, someone. A sharp knock at the door makes me turn. Grace stands in the hall, her arms crossed, wearing a long pale blue dress that screams “Alpha’s wife in training.” She frowns when she sees me. “You missed dinner. Again.” “I wasn’t hungry.” She steps in, the scent of expensive perfume trailing behind her. I fight the urge to gag. “You’ve been acting weird lately, Zane. Distracted.” I say nothing.