Re Zero Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"We’ve built the 'New Foundation.' Now, we just have to see what people decide to build on top of it." ​I looked at Damian, and then at the blank sheet of vellum on the desk the one I had been keeping for my own story ​"Rule 34," I whispered. ​"Tell me, Aara," Damian said, pulling me into the warmth of his arms. ​"The best stories are the ones where the Earth gets the last word." ​The "Billionaire's Debt-Bride" was a memory of a ghost. I was Aara Vance, the Guardian of the Zero-Point, and for the first time in my life, the world beneath my feet was finally, perfectly, in sync.

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Auren's expression changed. “Zero…” Zero slowly removed the darkness surrounding his body. For the first time— Auren saw him clearly. No armor. No shadows. No ancient power. Just a young man. Same face as Auren. Same eyes. Same smile. But sadder. Much sadder. Zero whispered: “My name was never Zero.” Auren stepped closer. “Then what was it?” Zero looked at him. “Kael.” Kael froze. “What?” Zero looked at him. “No.”

Richard turned the photograph over. There were only six words written on the back. THE FIRST CHILD WAS NEVER A CHILD. Seraphina’s stomach dropped. “What does that mean?” Richard looked toward Zero-D. “It means we were wrong about Project Zero.” The baby suddenly stopped moving. Her tiny eyes opened. She looked directly at Seraphina. Richard continued. “We thought you were the beginning.” He pointed at Seraphina. “Zero-A.” Then he looked at Noah’s file. “Zero-B.” Then Zero-C.

Before I could voice my questions, someone familiar burst into the tent with a worried expression. “Fedora?” My eyes widened in astonishment as I recognized the face of the newcomer. “Zero? What are you doing here?” I blurted out, astonishment coloring my voice. Zero's presence was unexpected, and he revealed that he had been staying here after being driven away by Lorcan. A flush of embarrassment crept over me as I recalled how things ended between Lorcan and Zero last time. “I am sorry, Zero. It was my fault—” “No, not at all. In fact, I owe my life to you. If you hadn't helped me escape that day, I wouldn't be standing here now,” he responded, his voice brimming with gratitude and excitem

"I could stop if you like." "N-no, don't stop. The Consensus is the group mind of everyone. Oh that's good... It's what k-keeps us h-honest." "In what way?" "Well it tends to keep the r-real world c-consistent. Stops us s-stealing stuff... that kind of th-th-thing, oh god I'm going to..." Her back arched and he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on him. She thrashed uncontrollably against her bonds for a minute or so, and then lay still.

Σ(°ロ°) Zero:… I wonder too…. /BREAKS IN AGGRESSIVELY/ Authorgod: BEGONE THOTS! Zero: -_- Dina: (¬_¬) Authorgod: *coughs awkwardly* I mean to give us uhm… some privacy. [Awkward silence] Dina & Zero: *Still staring* Authorgod: I said leave or I’ll delete you from existence (≧O≦;) Dina: Fine! Let’s leave Zero! Hmph! (flips hair at authorgod dramatically as they leave)

"Every time you talk about the channel closing you say it like the door's shutting behind you. And there's nine of us and there's a school and there's an empty chair in Geneva that Zofia's going to sit in when she's forty, and you're still doing the thing where you're the only one." Veira does not answer immediately. "That's a fair hit," she says. "It's not a hit. I'm just" Nell makes an irritated gesture at the sea. "You spent four days in my bedroom telling me I wasn't alone and you've been operating like you are for five years." "Yes." "So stop." "It's not that simple."

I held it like a grenade. "You wanted the perfect successor?" I asked, my voice a whisper that filled the void. "Well, here’s your 'Year Zero'!" I slammed the spark into the "Void-Gold" heart. The explosion didn't make a sound. It made a Story. A billion memories—the smell of fried plantains in the Rust-District, the sound of the Lagos rain on a tin roof, the weight of a ten-billion-dollar price tag, the feel of Dante’s hand in mine—erupted from the "Zero-Point." We didn't just stop the reset; we Overwrote it.

It wasn't a symbol of a closed system. "What's that?" Meilin asked. Leo looked at the circle, then at the fire, then at the horizon where the first real lights of a rebuilding city were beginning to twinkle. "It's a 'Zero'," Leo said with a faint, witty smile. "But I think... I think I'm going to turn it into a 'One'." He drew a single line through the circle. The story of the Project Renaissance had ended. The story of Humanity 2.0 had just begun.