Kaname Zero Novels & Stories

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He withdraws his dagger from the wall before raising it "So long little bunny." My eyes widen as my legs moved, adrenaline seeping through me, ducking at the threat before dashing to a random hallway. Wait Zero, I heard that name somewhere before. I mentally said as another memory resurfaced, __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Mid whatever happens don't come across these two." He said showing me two pictures "The one on the left is the first assassin known as the boogeyman, and he's famous for his 100 killing streak while the one on the right is Zero he..."

) "Welcome one and all to W.O.L.F! I am your DJ for the night, Dantzler Kamahazara!!" Kimora: (Kimora is seen grabbing a plate of food and returns to her room. Her diary is left open on her bed and she closes her door, visibly showing it disappearing from the wall.) "Xanne was as nice as I could have expected...and so I go back to being a support mage... Maybe some manga will cheer me up." (Picking up a manga that says, "Mercinary Wolf, Never Die Alone." *Intentionally spelled wrong.* She leans back on her bed as it pans out to Dantzler and Xanne being seen exiting a hatch on the back left rear of the ship; to confront the incoming fighter jets.) Xanne: "Ready?"

We should stay memories and remain that way till eternity. Reaching the exit of Drago’s castle, I approach Kane, who is in a heated conversation with Drago, Drago’s beta, and Gamma. I tap his shoulder, walking past the others. Their conversation is not of importance. Kane chases after me. “You don’t have any words for Drago?” He reaches for the horses, grabbing their reins, preparing them for takeoff. “Drago owes me no explanation. Zoran does.” “I doubt Zoran will be so careless as to leave your mate in such a mess.”

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

I looked back one last time. Malik was surrounded. He was fighting like a demon, deflecting plasma bolts with invisible shields, ripping the armor off the troopers with his mind. But Kazi was still there. The Hunter had pulled a massive combat knife from his boot—a vibrating blade made of white ceramic that wouldn't rust. He was circling Malik, waiting for an opening. "We have to help him," I said, stopping. "He's going to die." "We can't," Eliana cried, pulling me into the darkness of the tunnel. "If Kazi gets you, this is all for nothing. You are the Zero, Baraka. You are the one who matters. Malik is buying us time!"

“Coco… I was wrong… I shouldn’t have played with fire… I deserve to die…” The sharp slapping sounds made my colleagues stop and turn back. They were confused and asked me, “Coco, do you know that man? He was just talking to you.” Without turning around, I replied in a soft voice, “No.”

But it’s probably the wind which is causing his eyes to water. “W-what’s your name?” “Eren!” Eren says cheerfully and does a happy dance. The eyes of the man strangely widen a little. He begins to smile happily, indent dimples popping out. I look at him in awe, his smile and his dimples make me remember that of Eren's.

This thing was big, industrial-looking, like the kind of cooler you’d find in a butcher shop. Cassius stepped aside, giving me a clear view. The lid was cracked open, cold air hissing out in little white clouds, and inside... It was Kane. The great alpha. The guy who taught me everything I know, who I’d fought beside more times than I could count, who I trusted like a brother. His body was crammed into the cooler, surrounded by frozen food and ice like he was nothing more than another piece of meat. His skin was pale, his eyes lifeless, and there was a single, jagged wound across his throat.