Night Watcher Zero Novels & Stories

"Kai is finalizing his logistics network with the Vance syndicate next month to secure their corporate alliance. If I don't intercept their first major shipment at the docks tonight, they'll become completely untouchable." Zero didn't leave. Instead, he leaned his hip against the edge of my desk, crossing his arms. When I finally looked up, I was surprised by the expression on his face. The cold, hardened mercenary who usually only cared about data and crypto-transactions was staring down at me with a soft, intensely protective gaze that made the air in the room feel suddenly heavy.

"Just very cold." Subject Zero-Three stood near the edge of the water, his sharp eyes scanning the high stone wall above them. "The helicopters are moving east toward the lake. They think the current carried us out into open water. We have maybe twenty minutes before their ground teams start checking the riverbanks on foot." Noah reached into his soaked coat pocket, his cold fingers wrapping around the silver pocket watch. He pulled it out into the dim light of the streetlamps above the wall. The watch was completely soaked with river mud and water, but the sharp red light had stopped flashing. The internal tracking beacon was dead.

Two figures stood at the observation glass. Ahead: a frozen expanse older than recorded history. Below: a sealed experimental depth zone. At its center— A structure marked extinct. Activated. A low-frequency pulse emerged. Perfect alignment. With Alexander’s heartbeat. Vivienne’s retinal interface triggered without input. No command issued. No permission granted. Red text formed directly in her vision. WELCOME HOME, SUBJECT ZERO.

LUS activated softly in her vision. EVOLUTIONARY VARIANT IDENTIFIED. PROVISIONAL DESIGNATION: WATCHER. THREAT LEVEL: UNDETERMINED. A final line appeared after a brief pause. BEHAVIORAL ASSESSMENT: OBSERVATION. ADAPTATION. INTEREST. Evelyn stared at the word Interest until it disappeared. Outside, the forest remained dark. The Watcher did not return that night. Somehow, that made it worse.

Before I died for the hundredth time, I ducked into a flower shop to escape the rain. The girl behind the counter offered me a chair and asked if I was hungry. As the raindrops dripped from the awning, I suddenly broke down. I spent a hundred lifetimes, desperate to get that sort of care from my family. When I was reborn for the 101st time, the fake heir, Damian, was rehearsing his speech to celebrate his third year with the family. I didn’t bother to correct Damian when he referred to us as a family of five. Instead, I picked up my phone and called a flower shop. “Deliver a bouquet of white lilies to the Killington estate on the evening of the 16th.” “What should we write on t

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

She then began to look for a way to open the skylight. She looked under the bed for a remote that might have dropped, but could not find it. She then searched the dresser, recliner, and closet, but still, nothing was found. She soon began to touch the small buttons on the windowsill. She heard a soft hum and looked around to see what had changed. A beam of light shot from her right and it began to grow. Hae Mina stepped back and watched the walls retract and reveal the night and ocean. She climbed on the sill and used the headboard to rest her back on as she watched the moonbeams dance on the waves.

She wasn’t sure that Zane would either, and she didn’t think the time to find out would be in the middle of the attack. The thought that Daunator was potentially out there somewhere, just biding his time, as he had for centuries between when he’d allegedly come back through the Blue Moon Portal and the battle between her parents’ team and him just before she was born, was alarming at best. What was his angle this time? Was he content to sit back and let idiots like President Crimson Crotch take the glory while he stayed in the shadows, or was it possible he was actually pulling the strings? The thoughts circulated around in her head over and over again as she sat on the back porch, staring o

Zero chipped in. "We are. Why? Did you see something?" I asked, concern etched on my face. Zero took a deep breath as her eyes flickered with a fierce intensity. "I had to take care of one of Adrian's men who was following me," she said, her voice low. "I couldn't risk him finding our base." I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. We couldn't afford to have anyone find our hideout, not with everything we had at stake. But despite the gravity of the situation, Zero's attention was drawn to Nikita, who was sitting up in her bed, her eyes bright with newfound energy. "Nikita," she said, rushing to her side. "It's good to see you awake."

Clap! Where was that coming from? I turned around wildly, looking for the source of the claps. "Who's there?" A form swatched in all black materialized from the corner of the gym and stepped into the light. "You!" "Congratulations, you made it." He stood before me wearing the same seamless black dungarees I first saw him in, in Italy. "How did you get in here and who are you, really?" "One question at a time, Zero, I have my ways, and as to your question about who I am - I am your guardian."