Patient Zero Novel Novels & Stories

It was still early morning and Grace wondered if they were having outdoor breakfast. Tilting her head to the side and top toeing towards them, she hid behind the large pillars on the side. Her eyes widened momentarily as they landed on the familiar silhouette of the man haunting her. “I do not know, man. It just…doesn’t feel right anymore. We are keeping a woman hostage for no reason at all. Also, there is no tail on that bastard.” Zero said sipping from his glass as he took a mouthful of pancakes and chewed slowly on it. His back was towards her still she could sense a frown marring his forehead. The other person sitting beside him nodded his head and mumbled in his usually deep and heavy m

"This... the silence, the cold, the fact that I don't know what’s happening in Chicago right now... this is the only power that matters. The power to be nobody." ​Enzo kissed the top of my head, his heartbeat a slow, steady rhythm. ​"We're not ghosts, Jade," he whispered. "We're the beginning." ​Outside, the snow began to pile up against the door, sealing us into our foundation of silence. The world of the Vault and the Sin was thousands of miles away, a digital memory fading into the white. We were the result of the equation. We were the zero-point. The static that had governed our lives had finally flatlined, leaving only the steady, honest heat of the fire.

Four bassinets. Four babies. The photograph had been taken from above. Three bassinets were labeled. LUCAS. NOAH. LILY. The fourth had no name. Instead, someone had written: SUBJECT ZERO. Ethan stared at the photograph. Ava couldn't breathe. “Subject Zero.” Marcus examined the image. “It's authentic.” “How do you know?” “Look at the timestamp.” Ethan looked. The date was five years ago. The exact night Ava gave birth.

Zero. I stood still, staring at the empty steel chair in the center of the dim basement. The last time we spoke, I had drawn a gun on him at the canal bank, furious that he had hidden his initial contract with Victoria. But over the last few days, as the pieces of the Vance conspiracy fully aligned, I realized the truth. Zero had been handed a death sentence contract to extract me—and instead, he had risked his own life to train me, protect me, and turn me into someone who could fight back. He had lied about how we met, but he hadn't lied about wanting me free. "Can you bypass the secondary server at the venue, Zero?" I asked, my voice softer than it had been in months.

“My body is failing.” “Yes,” she replied. “You pushed it beyond its design limits. You survived the pathogen, but the energy cost is catastrophic. You cannot heal fast enough to stay anchored on your own.” I looked down at myself. I did not see blood or wounds. I saw light, faint and fractured, leaking out of me in slow pulses. Each pulse dimmed faster than the one before it. “So this is it,” I said quietly. “It can be,” Subject Zero answered. “Or it can change.”

And I questioned it, inwardly rather than out loud: “What am I becoming?” It responded this time. Not with words. with pictures. It showed my memories…a laboratory, me, when I was young, maybe twelve. connected to a machine by wire. Weeping… A voice said, "She is causing instability." Lock down the genetic code. The quieter voice: "No. Give it a rest. We'll create Zero if she breaks.” After that... Zero’s flashes of waking shone, not in a cluster, but in agony. As if she had just been dragged from a scream. My name was her first word.

Also, Apollo finds it out and, of course, his job—he, being a Mafia Boss. Isla left the room, and Apollo tapped his shoulder. “Don’t believe in my sister’s drama. I know deep inside her, she’s happy to see you, and I am proud of you, man,” Apollo said, and they exited the clinic. Zero sighed. He’s feeling nervous. Damn, and it sounds gay. It’s his first time, and being a fuck-whore for years, this environment is new to him. Aside from Apollo and Becca, his mom also convinced him to face his responsibility. He knew that his mother was right, but he just chose to ignore it.

I've just gotten back from a business trip when my wife, Lisa Irwin, steps onto the windowsill. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face, and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey." Then she jumps in front of me. Our three-month-old daughter, Ariah Conner, lies silent in her crib. She's not breathing, and her skin has turned a deep purple. Beside her, our nanny, Aunt Caitlin, lies unconscious with blood pooling from a head wound. The police tell me Lisa was sexually assaulted before she died, and Ariah suffocated. The security cameras were down. There was no sign of forced entry. In a single day, my whole world shatters. Every clue points to a phantom who doesn't exist. I spend five

Before Noah could toss the watch, a heavy iron hatch in the corner of the dark hall blew inward with a loud, metallic screech! BANG-CRASH! A thick, blinding white cloud of smoke rolled out from the underground drainage tunnel, filling the center of the banking hall in three seconds flat! "WHAT?!" Clara gasped, swinging her gun away from Sarah’s head toward the billowing white smoke! Through the thick cloud, a shadow charged forward with incredible speed! Subject Zero-Three burst out of the smoke like a dark ghost, slamming his heavy shoulder straight into Clara’s chest! THUD! The force of the hit sent Clara flying backward across the floorboards, her gun slipping from her hand and skidding a

The darkness wasn’t empty. It smelled like lavender and neurotoxins. Jack felt gloved hands grabbing his shoulders. He felt the cold, hard floor against his cheek. He heard the muffled sounds of breathing through respirators. "Subject Zero secured," a voice said, sounding tinny through a mask. "Vitals are low. He went down fast." "Too fast," another voice replied, sounding suspicious. "His file says he has a metabolic resistance to sedatives." "He's half-frozen and exhausted, Doctor. Just tag him and bag him. The Council wants him intact for the Rebirth Ceremony."