Re Zero Mansion Novels & Stories

Zayn The air is stale and silent in the rustic stone manor attached to the far side of the Mecca, the grand fortress that governs all of KiloKilo and marks its capital. Even in the violet glow of the earliest hours of the morning, the palace casts its shadow through every window in the manor, turning its already dark and sparsely decorated interior an inky kind of black. No one lives here. No one has for years. Cobwebs still hang from the highest rafters of the room where Fallon is curled in the fetal position on a bed with fresh sheets, at least, her small body swallowed by the darkness all around her.

I was about to pick up my plate when Zaliver put the plates in the sink and was back in a blink of an eye. “Umm, thanks.” He nodded. I followed him to the back of the house and was surprised after realizing it wasn’t a house at all. It was a large mansion that had underground floors. It was a white-colored mansion with other colors added to it. Parts of the walls seemed to be made of wood and brick, blended into a smooth-looking material. “Where are you going?” I asked. I saw a large flat building with two wide doors. We must be going to a garage then.

Chapter Forty-Seven Zeke My mansion soon came into view. Standing tall and proud, it was beautiful. Rhode drove through the large black gates, pulling over at the parking lot. A large fountain carved in form of two gigantic wolves stood right at the center of the large compound. Surrounding it was a beautiful garden. I got out of the car, wanting to get away from her as fast as I could. She was making me lose it. I ignored the servants greetings as I strolled leisurely into the mansion. Zemirah tailed me, and I spotted her hugging herself from the corner of my eyes.

The barren territory was a graveyard of old-world industry—a sprawling complex of rusted warehouses and skeletal factories looming against the night. Zero moved like he was born in the shadows, a silent command in every gesture. He’d point, and a member of the team would peel off to secure a point. He’d flick his fingers, and we’d advance. I followed, the bond a low hum, syncing my steps to his, making me aware of his every shift in weight, every calculated breath. It was infuriating. It was efficient. We cleared the first two warehouses without incident. Dust and silence. “See?” Zero murmured as we approached the largest structure, a vast assembly plant with a collapsed section of roof. “Bo

"You billionaires really don’t play around when it comes to real estate." "I had my team working on it the moment we landed in New York and I had professional movers pack up all your clothes, your blueprints, and Lorna's toys. Everything is already set up inside," Zyran smiled, stepping out of the car and offering his hand to help me down. "This is our fresh start, Roosevelt. There are no ghosts here, no bad memories, just a beautiful, clean slate for our family." "It’s absolutely beautiful, Zyran. Thank you so much," I whispered, tears of gratitude welling in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Several minutes later, there was a turn off of the road, and I realized it was the entrance to a huge, imposing mansion - my new home. There was a huge gray cloud over the mansion, covering it in shade. I knew the weather was just a coincidence, but it definitely wasn't a good sign. As the limo drove around the huge angelic-looking fountain in front, it stopped, and one of her servants opened the door. I got out of the limo first, cutting her off on purpose, just to piss her off. It felt kind of childish, seeing as I was seventeen, but so what! She was a horrible person. She pushed me out when I did, but I managed to stay my feet, after stumbling slightly. She got out and we walked into the

"I must tend to my cleaning duties, else the Master will have my head. Please follow this passage, and this should lead you to the garden outside. From there, I'm afraid you're on your own. Just do your best to avoid the master... and do mind the voices and sights." "Wait, what does that mean?" she asked, but Emile had already pushed her out of the small iron-wrought gate at the end of the passage. When she turned back to look, he was already gone. Before her was the mansion's garden, lush and green with an assortment of flowers. There were also statues that adorned the place and as always, the hedge maze. God I hate mazes, she thought, but with no other way, she went into the hedge maze. -

Zero whispered, trembling with rage. In one hour, Jackson Sterling had dismantled an empire that took fifty years to build. No supply chain. No weapons. No money to pay the mercenaries. "He thinks he can starve us out?" Zero smashed his desk lamp. "He thinks we are businessmen? We are gods!" He turned to his lieutenant. "Assemble the Legion. Every remaining soldier. Every working Drone." "Sir? What is the target?" "His heart," Zero pointed to a map of Long Island, New York. "The Sterling Manor. We go there tonight. We burn it to the ground. If we can't rule the world, we will make sure Jackson Sterling has no world left to rule."

"The explosion in the heating core did more than just blow the valves. It triggered a deep-system purge. This elevator wasn't supposed to stop at Level Zero. This floor doesn't even exist on the Royal blueprints." "Nothing about this family exists on a blueprint, Zilo. It’s all trapdoors and hidden knives," Nomo said, his boots crunching on something that sounded unpleasantly like bone. He stopped at a massive, seamless door made of brushed mercury-glass. It didn't have a handle or a keypad. It just stood there, reflecting their dirty, exhausted faces in a distorted, silver ripple. "What do you think is behind a door this expensive in a place this hidden?"

The red light brothel was still lively and a few high-profiled billionaires strolled around the place with beautiful courtesans clinging like bloodsucking leeches to their arms. Boarded on an exclusive black elevator, Mort went down to Underground Zero. He traversed the empty, cold, and dim red hallway. When he arrived, the cold-blooded man opened the room. Vladimir's personal assistant covered in blood and sleeping, chained to the wooden star opened up to him. From the dim corner, Mort stepped into the chair opposite the traitor's PA and sit, waiting for the man to wake up.