Re Zero Death Novels & Stories

She actually let slip their secrets during Layla's livestream! I made use of the opportunity and tried to get the people on online forums to take Hazel's side. Perhaps what happened to Hazel was so heartbreaking that even the heavens could not just stand by and do nothing. Everything went pretty smoothly after that. Layla died. Her mother was severely injured, whereas her father was sent to prison. I stood somewhere in the distance the day the Larsons met their downfall. For a moment, I thought I saw Hazel waving her hand at me. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of me. She put her arms around me and thanked me.

When we arrived at the house mother asked us to take her to their room at let her rest. Jason and I each poured a glass of dad’s bourbon and toasted him before plopping down. We sat in silence sipping on our drinks. What a fucked up day. Jason finally looked up from his glass. “Mia, what will we do? What will you do?” Truth was I didn’t know, but I’d have to think of something quick. No way I was going to be Alpha Austin’s Luna and watch my brother suffer. He had trained for years to be the next Beta. And all because I wouldn’t date the son of a bitch my father was now dead, my family and consequently Jason’s title of Beta was revoked, and I would be forced into a torturous arrangement.

"I know and I don't care anymore" With that, he sends a blast of shadow magic towards her. She screams in pain and collapses to the ground, her skin as pale as a corpse. Black veins creep over her skin and her lips turn an unhealthy shade of blue. The whole chaos comes to an abrupt halt and Zeron falls to his knees beside his mother's corpse. He finally breaks down completely, muttering three words under his breath. "Mother, I'm sorry" The reality of it all finally hits me. Zeron has just killed his own mother and no doubt, he's never going to be the same.

Above ground, every light in the forest died simultaneously. Mercer dropped to his knees. Replacement stopped smiling. Genesis Zero whispered a prayer. Hope screamed. And somewhere beneath the earth— The ORIGIN system announced: CREATOR IDENTIFICATION CONFIRMED. PRIMARY REALITY RESET INITIATED. THIRTY SECONDS REMAINING.

Once Zane is confident I’m okay, he goes to inform his father and brother, but he throws me off guard when he says he’s going to go talk to Death. “Uh, I didn’t realize you knew Death like that.” I respond, shocked. “I do. I will be back, Pet. You don’t want to go to Death’s realm. If you think my coven's realm is creepy, Death’s realm is a thousand times creeper. I think it’s creepy.” Zane states, kissing me on the head. “Take a steamy hot shower to relax you while I’m gone. I won’t be gone too long.”

Without the foundation to anchor them, the entire biological structure collapsed instantly. A blinding wave of gray mist erupted from the chimera's chest. It was a chaotic, violent release of energy. The stolen essences of Alpha Torin, Commander Vance, and Elise's healing factor rushed to escape the physical vessel. The mist shot upward into the vaulted ceiling of the grand chamber, swirling frantically like a trapped storm before it dissolved into the air. The towering body of Subject Zero collapsed forward onto the stage, entirely devoid of life. I caught the empty shell before it hit the floor, gently lowering it onto the wooden planks. The golden ring in his eye was gone. The chest stopp

If I don’t make him give up on disappearing from this world, I will die with him. It’s shitty but I think I have fallen for Zero. What’s more shitty is that…the emotions don’t even feel new.

Jackson-crow spoke. His golden eyes were no longer glowing; they were two hollow pits of Absolute Zero. He wasn't perched on a branch anymore; he was fading into the white-noise, his form becoming a series of grey vectors. "This isn't a funeral for a person. It’s a Funeral for the Prototype. The High Council has decided that the 'First Day' was a failure because it allowed for 'Too Much' energy. They are here to Restart the Server". In the center of the platform sat a coffin made of Solidified Starlight. Inside was not a corpse, but a Sphere of Pure Potential—the heart of the Zero Cycle. Standing over the coffin was the Architect.

Thorne paused at the edge of the dissolving lead-alloy wall. "Elena?" Thorne called out, his blue eyes locking onto mine for one final, searing second. "You're supposed to be dead. Your father recorded your termination twenty years ago. Subject Zero was liquidated during the first purge. Why are you still breathing?" He didn't wait for an answer. Thorne and his broken soldiers vanished into the garden mist, the extraction team retreating as the sounds of Morton's heavy security detail finally began to echo through the corridor. Silence crashed back into the room.

"As long as 'Thorne' and 'Vane' exist, the 'Standard' is 'Tied' to a 'History.' To 'Free' the 'Un-Born,' we have to 'Liquidate' the 'Memory of the Contract.' We have to 'Become' the 'Zero' that 'Holds' the 'One.' We are the 'Final-Deletion' of the 'Ares-Era'." The entity that had been Avery "Syncing" her "Marrow" with the "Absolute-Zero" felt no "Loss." She felt the "Expansion of the Un-Named." "The 'Zero' is 'Sovereign', Dominic," the frequency whispered, her "High-Frequency-Clear" now a "Universal-Background-Task." "We don't 'End' the 'Story.' We 'Delete' the 'Page' so the 'Species' can 'Write' their own 'Syllable.' We are the 'Void' that 'Financed' the 'Beginning.' The '30-Days' are 'Paid