Misaki Terminator Zero Novels & Stories

Scottie moves to flank, fast and precise even now, even as the ground beneath him warps. And then Subject Zero steps forward. My breath catches. She is bleeding from half a dozen wounds, her body trembling with strain, but she stands straight anyway. She looks at Kaye, and for a moment the chaos falls away. They look so much alike it is almost unbearable. “This is it,” Subject Zero says. Her voice is steady. Calm. Certain. “This is what I was made for. This is what you were made to finish.” “No,” I snap, turning on her. “You do not get to decide that.”

The screens in the vault suddenly changed again. A single message appeared across every monitor. HELLO MARCUS. Marcus’s smile disappeared. “You shouldn’t have come back.” Another message appeared. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE EITHER. Sebastian watched the exchange carefully. “You know him.” Marcus didn’t answer. Instead he stepped closer to the console. “Show yourself.” For a moment nothing happened. Then a camera feed opened on one of the screens. Dark room. Rows of computers. And someone sitting in the chair. The mysterious hacker known as Zero.

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

I hadn't even had the chance to do that, before I heard a set of approaching footsteps. I turned around, and my eyes widened at the sight of Misaki, approaching me with two more men beside her, all dressed in black. She kicked the dead man's body, clicking her tongue in disappointment, while I just watched her with squinted eyes. She was the one. She sent them. "Shame! Such a waste." Misaki smiled, finally looking up at me. "I know you're probably confused, but I can assure you..." I tensed up, as she slowly approached me.

Dina pleaded, with how Zero was he might just report everything she said word for word like an AI with no initiative. “Affirmative.” “What are you, a robot?” Dina teased. “I am your Assistant Transmigrator, the system can be referred to as an AI and not me.” “Ooh, did I hit a sore point?” Dina asked with a smirk. Zero raised a brow and in his usual monotone voice replied, “I believe I have no such things since I can’t feel emotions.” Dina sighed disapprovingly, “Hm, are you ATs like that? Robotic and cold?”

They were a dull, metallic grey, like a screen that had been turned off for a long time. "Who are you?" I whispered. My voice was weak, barely more than a breath. Rowan was still holding me, his grip tight and protective. "I am the one who didn't run," the woman said. Her voice was deep and calm, like a bell ringing in a far-off tower. "I am the one who realized that 'Freedom' is just another word for 'Unsupervised.' I am **Kaima-Zero**." Rowan stepped forward, his body tense. "She’s not you, Kaima. She’s just another simulation. Another 'Boss' at the end of a level."

I really hate that thing, if I couldn't control myself, it would have been broken for a long time. "Amber Lancaster, pureblooded—Terminator."When I heard that, the door slowly opened and I was immediately dazzled by a very intense light. When you finally opened it, I saw the very long table made of glassware. As soon as I entered, the door closed quickly and all the women there turned their eyes to me, watching me walk towards them.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWENTY-ONE VENDETTA When I confirmed the girls are all wasted I sneaked out of the room and I made sure I watch my step because the light was out and that means everyone is asleep. I switch on my phone torch light and dim it a little to avoid attraction. I found the elevator soon and walk in. I let out my breathe immediately I walk and the door shut and click on number five.

Behind my head, the dark gardens of the Morton estate were a blur, but the only thing I could see was the violet-silver tip of the harvesting lance he’d pulled from his belt. He pressed the tip against the hollow of my throat. "Termination record, Subject Zero," Elias whispered, his face inches from mine. "Let's make it official."

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.