Hermit Edens Zero Novels & Stories

Quiet. Sera stood at the window alone, staring into the stars. Adrian joined her a few moments later, arms sliding around her waist. “You still hearing her?” he asked softly. Sera nodded. “Sometimes. Not words. Just... something beneath my skin.” “Mira?” She hesitated. Then whispered: “No.” Adrian tensed. Sera turned to him. “It’s not her voice. It’s mine.” Below deck… Zero’s body rested inside a containment cradle, sealed under Elias’s personal encryption.

Grace swore and wiped the sweat off her brow with her pirate hat, “Tell the people to prepare to evacuate, we are on our way. We may have to pack them tight like sardines, but I think we have enough space to get them all out.” Warren and Jack looked at each other and nodded before they hopped in the cube van and sped off to help Herne. **** When they arrived at the school, Herne had already begun to load the children on the school bus. The children seemed to like the old hunter's gentle voice and listened to him. Grace watched him in admiration, “He's one of the good ones,” a mysterious smile played across her lips. “Theria, how are you holding up,” Warren asked, “His concern went beyond the

With his vast knowledge of Xanne and Eon's history, I hoped that mentioning their period in just three words would jog his memory. “Uncle,” I exclaimed as soon as I heard his voice on the other end of the line. “Can you make sense of these words? Herthia stammered them in her sleep, but I can't make anything out of it.” As I quickly recounted the situation to him, a melancholic sigh escaped his lips. “You already know that Auntie Eden and I are each other's second chance mates,” he stated. “Herthia can only be referring to Elon, the first mate of Eden. His memorial is preserved in our cemetery, he was from Paxton, where he was laid to rest."

Enzo's hand rested on my thigh, inching higher as we hit a red light. 'You trust me, right?' 'Always,' I murmured, my breath catching as his fingers brushed the edge of my lace panties. Not long after, we pulled up to a non-descript building in the heart of downtown, but the sign hit me like a jolt. Club Eden. Bold red letters glowing against the night. Even from inside the car, I could feel the pulse of bass thumping through the air, mixed with laughter and something darker, more primal. My heart raced.

I watch as they shovel dirt back over the coffin full of secrets, erasing the wound we made but I can’t unsee it. Elia’s grave was a lie, a mask built over machinery by dawn, I’m back in the safe house. The drives line the table like a row of tombstones. I connect the first one, EDEN-01 to my system. Encrypted, but not impenetrable. Whoever built the security assumed no one would ever dig them up. The interface blooms across the screen, dark and sterile. Z-CORE PROJECT EDEN, SUBLEVEL 3 ARCHIVE Accessed by: Dr. S. Voss, Director of Experimental Continuity

And insane. "Goat's blood," Heriberto corrected smoothly. "Mixed with mercury and salt. It acts as a grounding wire. When the Siphon enters you, Tate... the energy backlash would vaporize this building without it." He stepped closer, his eyes scanning me like I was a prize heifer at a county fair. "You look pale, my dear. Are you eating?" "I lose my appetite when I am planning to be possessed by a void monster," I said dryly. Heriberto chuckled. He reached out and touched my chin. His fingers were ice cold. I forced myself not to flinch.

The Eden System. High Orbit. Zero Hour + 16 Hours. The fabric of space tore open with a violent, blinding flash of cyan light. The Sovereign violently decelerated out of the fold-jump, its massive, three-mile-long black hull casting a long, predatory shadow over the Eden system. On the bridge, the silence was absolute. Through the panoramic viewport, the crew looked down at the hidden sanctuary of the gods. Eden was a breathtakingly beautiful world, covered in lush, emerald oceans and floating, geometric islands of pure white marble. It was a paradise.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

"Cassandra's eyes moved to me, and she smiled with tears brimming her eyes. "Thank you so much, Sir. You know you look familiar, but I couldn't remember where I met you. I already noticed earlier, but I remember now that you are closer. " She smiled but wince. "Don't talk. Your lips are swelling. " "My lips were not that painful after Doctor Perez applied an ointment on it. But I remember you now. You are the guy I bumps on the street and offers a handkerchief to me. Am I right?

“Then let’s end it.” But Ezra hesitated. This wasn’t just about finishing what his father started. This was about protecting Alma. And maybe, somehow SAVING SAPPHIRE. The Zurich Descent Three hours later, they stood before Vault Zero again. But this time, something was wrong. The outer layer was gone. Blasted open. Bodies of hired mercenaries lay strewn across the ice, burned, broken, erased. Roman muttered, “Someone got here first.” Ezra nodded grimly.