Nightwatcher Zero Novels & Stories

“You can come in boss.” I unlocked the fence and walked in. “I’m…” “I know boss. It’s been reconnected. You can come in, the fish eye security is down.” “Smartass.” I teased him. The guy was just twenty one and he didn’t even look the age. He made my watch ,more like a multi-tasking device that does anything but tell time. He chuckled. “I’ll be waiting boss.” I ended the call. True to his word, the fish eye had laser pointers that would immediately cause inflammation of the eyes of anyone who came near the door which would naturally lead to their death.

The Forest — Seconds Before Collapse Snow blasted backward as Z-03 stepped out of the shattered treeline. It was bigger than Z-04. Taller. Heavier. Its armor looked older—almost ancient, the plates etched with strange patterns that pulsed faintly blue. But its eyes… Its eyes were soft. Not hostile. Not hungry. Just awake. Z-04 stood rigid, blocking Lena’s path as if protecting her from Z-03—or preventing her from reaching it.

He didn't need to. His presence reminded me that I was still here. Still Aflira. Not simply the Seventh Heir. Not merely a piece of some ancient prophecy. Just. me. I held onto that thought desperately. Because I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to. The First Watcher finally lowered his head. It was only a small movement. Yet the thousands of kneeling Watchers immediately stood together. Perfectly synchronized. The sound of their armor shifting echoed across the valley like a single heartbeat.

"The Panopticon monitors every entrance. Every window. Every heartbeat. No one came in." "No one had to come in." Caleb walked to the center of the room. He pointed at the floor. A small, black disc lay under the rug. It was pulsing with a faint, red light. The Nullifier. "They were already here." Caleb’s voice was a rasp. "They were here when we arrived. They were here when we were in the Nexus. We were watching the world while the shadow was sitting in our house." "Who?" I grabbed the black disc. It was cold. Too cold. "Who has the clearance for this?"

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

Margo could not control herself especially since she was under darkness. TROY VAÑEZ. 28 yrs. Old It is currently cleaning its gun. While the cigarette was stuck in his mouth. Troy is tough and fearless. It is also a hired killer especially when the pay is large. He has nothing to miss there were many people outside on guard but he came out for a moment when he heard crackling and noise, he also fell silent immediately, he was also surprised for a moment when he saw someone quickly pass in front of him and in that dark part what he saw penetrated. He didn't want to ignore it, but someone pushed him to go for it.

I lie down on the couch, close my eyes and listen to him move about in this small space, until at some point, without even trying to, I fall asleep. I dream about the alley. About how it was quieter than I thought, and about the shoes, and how the city just kept moving on. I dream about my mother's name on a piece of paper inside of a locked drawer. I dream about Marcus standing at the window with a full glass of whiskey, like a man who has been awake for a long time. I wake up at the crack of dawn, to him sitting across the room in a chair, completely still, quietly staring at me. His face has a look unlike anything I’ve ever seen before: fully open, no guard, and a little bit broken.

“I don’t like that.” Ethan smirked. “You don’t like anything.” Rachel shot him a glare. “Yeah, and I’m typically right.” I gripped the armrest. “Vanessa, what the hell is The Watchers Initiative?” Vanessa’s voice changed into strained. “It’s now no longer only a file. It’s a warning.” The pod shook violently as we hit the decreased atmosphere. And then— My telecel smartphone buzzed. An unmarried message. Unknown:“They see you now.”

** **UNAUTHORIZED INDIVIDUALIZATION OF SUCCESSOR DETECTED. **CUSTODIAL MODEL COMPROMISED.** Lucas whispered: “It doesn't like us.” The sky turned white. Then one final message appeared. **ROOT CORRECTION AUTHORIZED.** Elena's stomach dropped. Mother Zero stared upward. “Correction?” Mira looked at her. And for the first time, Mother Zero looked like the lesser version of something else. Mira whispered: “Mother Zero didn't invent correction.” Elena slowly looked toward the sky. “No.”

His caramel skin was flawless and he looked like the vogue model with perfectly cut jawline rimmed with faint facial hair, high cheekbones, angular nose, perfectly sculpted black eyebrows, thick eyelashes which rimmed the beautiful yet bone chilling black eyes that seemed like the depths of the hell. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Zero." He announced and the five officers just watched with their breaths caught up, eyes wide like saucers with a single thought in their heads. THIS MAN IS ZERO?