Re Zero Gore Novels & Stories

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

The roar of the wind faded behind them, replaced by a deeper, more terrifying sound: the house itself groaning, a giant beast winding up to die. 00:38… The tunnel sloped down, steep and tight. They stumbled, hands scraping on rough concrete. The thrumming grew louder, a mechanical heart about to explode. They burst into a sub-basement, a place of raw concrete and humming steel doors. A heavy door bore a strange symbol a zero inside a helix. “Project Zero.” “It’s bio-locked,” Lucas gasped, shoving his hands against the cold metal. “Needs a Vance signature. If Marcus was the true ‘First Cain’… my blood should still open it.”

Tap… Tap… Tap… What sounded like haphazard percussion in fact had a distinct rhythm. The laboratory echoed with the sound of thumps that accompanied the banging drum. This was akin to the corpse reanimation technique used by the Southeast Asians who practiced voodoo. In an instant, Jenson, who had fallen on the ground, stood up on his own. He waved his arms and scratched the air like a zombie. “Holy f*ck!” Kagura, Herodes, and the others were astonished by the sight. There was a hint of shock and fright in their awe. However, Kagura’s eyes soon began to shine, his excitement clear on his countenance.

"Awoo!" The two Rank 3 Ancestor Ranked Zombies roared at Lucas and then charged toward the latter. "Don't… don't come near!" Cora could sense the terror from the two Rank 3 Ancestor Ranked Zombies and was so much in shock that she went pale. Swoosh swoosh!!! Following the appearance of wind-cutting sounds, there was a bloody gruesome hole on the thighs of the two Rank 3 Ancestor Ranked Zombies. The two Rank 3 Ancestor Ranked Zombies dropped onto the ground and lost their abilities to combat.

He releases my wrist and holds the phone up, crushing it. Using only his hand he demolishes it. The cheap plastic casing crunches, the screen spiderwebs, and the internal components snap. He drops the debris into a small trashcan like it’s nothing more than a crushed soda can. "Protocol Zero," Kirill states. "You fucking asshole!" I shout, staring at the ruined tech. "Protocol Zero," he repeats, his voice hard. "Total blackout. No electronic emissions. No outgoing signals. No incoming data. We are a black hole. You don’t touch anything electronic."

Beggar My humanity is next. I don't drop my gaze, and he doesn't drop his shocked one either. And then we are at a stare off and I'm sure I'm going to win this; I just know it. Zero's eyes become smaller the longer I hold. The one with the scar ticks as he lifts his finger to rub the scar. My stomach tightens at the hard glint he bestows upon me. “No,” He growls tersely, “I'm not fuckin’ going anywhere. You and I are happenin’.”

I simply blocked him, turned off my phone, and continued sleeping. However, afterward, a frantic pounding came from the door. “Coco! Open the door!” When I heard Zach’s familiar voice, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to turn off location sharing. His voice was filled with fury, and my mind involuntarily flashed back to the scene of Ruby deliberately falling earlier. Had she really lost the baby? Or had he come because I sold my shares? The next second, the hotel room door was kicked open. Zach stormed in with bloodshot eyes and grabbed me, dragging me outside.

She looked at me and I shook my head and closed my eyes. Until the crying, begging and the screaming stopped. I looked at them and I saw the girl with her shorts down and her shirt up no longer moving. Her eyes are open and still facing me. She is dead. They killed her and it is just nothing to them. POOR GIRL.

It was the most disconcerting thing and yet it felt as normal and in place as a puzzle piece. He hesistated for a few seconds but then after probably a great internal battle, his hands slowly found their way to my lower back and that was when I truly, fully broke. My father was dead. My rock. The one person who had always been there for me was dead. He smelt of travel and a light hint of some exquisite perfume. His vampire scent was sophisticated. Like expensive leather in a forest that rain had just fallen in. Definitely noble. Pure blooded vampires always had a sophisticated scent to them. Turned had a less sophisticated scent and children of turned had an even diluted scent. Similar to th

My blade pierced through the dark, vile god’s shoulder right as Xander slashed across his leg, forcing him to one knee. The shadows exploded from him. He vanished. The mist pulled back. Silence. We stood there, gasping, bleeding, shaking. Then I felt it. Not gone. Just watching. Recovering. Re-strategizing. From the shadows. From the cracks. "I will return," Zerathos’ voice whispered like rot in the wind. “And when I do… I will show you what true horror means.” And then he was gone. Gone but not defeated. Not yet.