Re Zero Knight Novels & Stories

Dina felt weird at Zero’s questioning, the good kinda weird, Zero was always the cool stereotype so seeing him more active was actually making her happier, hopefully, their compatibility and cooperation would increase in the future. “Because, after what Mrs. Katelyn told and showed me, I have decided, no matter how minuscule, even if it isn’t possible, I Geraldina will make it possible,” Dina said before looking upwards right into Zero’s eyes, “Prepare the world Zero. This time I won’t destroy it. You and Jackson won’t control me, like the first one,” Dina dictated before finally letting go of Zero. “Affirmed,” Zero said as he brought out his hands, which Dina grabbed at, and soon they had t

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”

She didn’t hesitate: she fired. A bolt of violet lightning arced from the lance’s tip, striking the first knight’s grav-armor. The crystal filaments seared, and the knight’s rig jolted, releasing its suction grapple. He plummeted past Vera, arms flailing before vanishing into the abyss below. The second knight spun, firing a sidearm—but Vera ducked under the swing and stabbed the lance’s tip into his pauldron. Another surge of violet fire ripped through circuitry; the knight’s suit convulsed, collapsing in a riot of sparks.

My mind refused to accept them, even as the letters burned into me like fire. “Report: Five knights dispatched under Her Majesty’s command. Target: Rosewyn Shop. Objective: Eliminate dissent. Destroy all records and assets. Leave nothing intact. Fire: Set. Flames consumed both structure and evidence. Casualties: Confirmed. Innocents affected—one life lost: Isabelle Rosewyn. Knight Gideon Malik: Present, operating under the command of Commander Alden. Participated in mission. Fulfilled assigned duty." The words blurred. I couldn’t breathe. The parchment slipped from my hands and fluttered to the ground. My knees followed. The surface was unyielding, but I barely felt the impact against me.

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

Ball Dance", that's your Fate. The dance will be done after the game.” As the saying of this game goes, “Maybe the one standing in your front is your fate forever!" “So shall we start?” “THE GAME of FATE will now begin!” the hosts uttered in unison. *** LIGHTS OFF 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 … Yillan slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the sudden light. She looked up and found her heart the first one to react. It was beating loudly! "We meet again," Zai uttered the first thing when they met each other tonight. It was in a cold voice while smiling.

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything

He held his shaft and darted the tip of it into her core. She groaned and tried to slide down to pierce her core fully into his but Zero pulled his shaft. She opened her eyes, forehead knitted. “What’s wrong? I want you—” Zero shook his head. “I am the master of the game,” he said, authoritatively. “Z-Zero…” “That’s it. Beg,” he whispered and hold his shaft again, darting only the tip into her wetness. Pushing the tip in and out, tickling and teasing her which makes her protest silently.