Is Netero Dead Novels & Stories

His pupils were dilated with shock, his fingers twitching over his datapad. "If she destabilizes the foundation, the upper levels collapse inward. We lose access to the Sanctum." "And we lose Nergal," I realized. The knowledge hit like a blunt impact to my diaphragm. My stomach twisted—not butterflies, iron knots. Iron knots pulling tighter. If she buried him under a million tons of rock, we would never know if his heart had stopped. He was a parasite. He would find a way to survive in the rubble for ten years, feeding on the darkness to poison the world again. We needed to see the cessation of his pulse. We needed a body.

they chorused. I shut my bedroom door and flopped onto the bed for a second, staring at the email again. Holy crap. This was happening. For once, life was throwing me a win. A massive, life-changing win. This is the best day of my life. *...*...*...*...*...* ETHAN ♠ This is the worst day of my life. I’m sprawled on my bed with my controller in hand, mid-match in Valorant, when Mom bursts through my door without knocking.

I hang my head down to his ear and whisper "Nero, if you can hear me, you did good. You were brave and the kingdom thanks you for your loyalty and dedication. Rest and let the Goddess reward you with paradise." With a last heavy, but shaky exhale, his body stills and the light is gone from his eyes. He's gone. I hope what I said brought him peace. Nero was a newer guard, not yet mated. He was a junior who had great promise to becoming a general. Now that was gone. The beast within me bellows in anger as I hold another one of my men dead in my arms. I cannot wait to find out who is responsible for this. As I pant heavily, I see a familiar raven fly towards me.

After cleaning my teeth and plugging my phone by the nightstand, I climb into bed with my laptop. It boots up, rather slowly, then I go straight to the browser. Ignoring the 60+ tabs I have pulled up already, I open a new one. Then, I type "The Dark Duo Blue Channels" into the search bar. I want to know who owns Crescent supermarket - because it seems like it's him the Dark Duo have a problem with - and any information on why these guys razed the place to the ground, and why they risked getting caught by getting everyone out of there first.

I would've been eleven or twelve, and Damian had yet to cement himself as the true Alpha and was likely still working under the influence of Romero from afar. "Nate said he wasn't ready when he died. He was… he was begging. It was the worst—" Pete cleared his throat, looking down at where his fingers were wrapped around the metal railing. "Thank you for telling me how it felt, Troy. I feel better knowing that maybe… Nate wasn't in pain." I didn't know what to say. I reached out, wincing as the motion sent a fresh ripple of pain through my chest as I patted Pete gently on the back.

I’m staring at Alistair in eternal space and he’s telling me he has to die permanently to fix negotiable death and I can’t breathe through the grief already crushing me. “No,” I say. “There has to be another way to close the exploit without killing you.” “There isn’t,” he replies with certainty. “I'm proof that absolute death can be negotiated. As long as I exist, the exploit exists. Every death refugee points to me as evidence that endings can be resisted. My death closes the loophole.”

Celeste looked down at her hand, then at the faint glow in her HUD still processing whatever had just been added to her. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “Yeah.” Somewhere far away, Nico Black was still alive. And now, without knowing it, he was tied even more tightly to the two most dangerous women in his world. And sooner or later— He was going to find out.

"Obstructing an Executioner carries a mandatory sterilization mandate." Nero, the Rank 7 Hermit-Crab strain, did not step aside. She looked at her rusted, ramshackle settlement—the Lanterns—which Ren had just saved from being wiped off the map. Then she looked at the pristine, arrogant Up-Worlder threatening her reef.

As I turned away, my phone vibrated once more. A final message from my intelligence chief. Terra is panicking. Nero is unstable. I exhaled slowly. Good. Let them move. The board was set.

If we don’t stop her, if we don’t get Orion back, then I might as well be dead. Nero turns to leave, but before he steps out, he pauses, glancing back at me one last time. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something almost like pity—but he pushes it down, his expression hardening once more. “You’d better pray we’re not too late,” he says, his voice cold. And then he’s gone, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving me alone in the silence, with nothing but the weight of my mistakes pressing down on me like a lead weight.