Re Zero Spirit Novels & Stories

The crowd of Genetic Fighters all looked at Lucas and the Spirit Family. 'The Spooky Ocean of the northern area had yet to be activated, yet it's already this intense.' "Who are you?" Lucas looked at the Spirit Family before him faintly and his face put on a lazy expression. "My name's Tenth Spirit." That Spirit Family said to Lucas. Lucas smirked and his face put on a devilish smile. "Why do you even speak to me?" He looked at Tenth Spirit faintly.

But she couldn't mourn her camera's ultimate demise as she wasn't even getting herself. A few seconds later, Dina got herself back, holding her head she shook it vigorously to shake off her dizziness, she had always been abnormal anyways in that she had never gotten sick before so she wasn't surprised she hadn't gotten a headache in all this drama. Dina looked around the area she was in, an orange-like space with nothing but her in it... "Hi, welcome to your soul space, since you're extreme yang, instead of the usual yellow for D-rank, you get an orange, I am your system and I am known as Zero-one, a pleasure to be acquainted with you," Zero-one said in a monotone voice.

Zara'm said as General Gerald smiles. "Yeah?" General replied. "But before that, you offered me something, you offered me, to make me unstoppable, not just that, you offered a huge amount of money, let's talk about it" Zara'm said but she is already feeling dizzy. "And what did you add in this drink that is making me feel so dizzy like this?" she said as she couldn't get herself anymore. "That's the reward baby," General Gerald said with a smile. "You... are... Evil..!" Zara'm uttered with a low cracked and dying voice as she rests her head on top of the General's table.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

She waved her hand, the stillness she had caused in the soldiers within and outside the White fort left the men like a spirit, and life and locomotion returned to their bodies for they all fell. "Just one more death," Rose said, slightly turning to face her sisters, "and it's all over." After all, the rest of her trouble was currently on this land. They found the Baron close to the see with a mixture of men and whispers numbering in a million. Claire, Kathryn, Violet, Gold, and Crystal first appeared spaced out before their enemies, then an army of tormented and haunted whispers appeared behind them, and Rose materialized before her party.

Prince Zaeius was now holding his tears back. "Really?" Mon said between his breath. "I don't remember you..." 'Black Owl spirit has completed his redemption. The curse has been lifted. You can now proceed into reincarnation.' A smile formed on Mon's face when he heard the announcement from the above. And then, those were Mon's last words. His hair and beard turned white and his face became more wrinkled than before. He aged like a thousand year old. Prince Zaeius caught a glimpse of his eyes turned into blue before he closed them.

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

Even without her memories, the core of who she is—that open, accepting spirit—is still there. "Zia," I say, turning to face her fully. "It usually takes about a week for the 'reset' to fade and for your memories to come back. But until they do, I want to bring you to the pinnacles. One location a day. Every place that meant something to us, I want to show it to you. Is that... would that be okay?" She looks at the ocean, then back at me, her eyes searching mine for the man she can't remember loving.

“With you.” Christopher nodded. “I gave him power. He gave me something better.” He reached into the skeleton’s coat pocket and withdrew a second poker chip. Black velvet. Numbered zero. Isolde’s breath caught. “Stage Zero,” Christopher said softly. “Where it all began. And where it all ends.” The lights overhead flickered. Sirens. No music. Somewhere deep within Velvet, a phonograph crackled to life. Strings. Waltz. A ghost song.

“I knew you were my kind of guy, Zero. Ruthless. Willing to do whatever it takes to survive. We’re gonna do big things together.” He grabs two glasses from a nearby crate and pours us some whiskey. “To new partnerships,” he says, raising his glass. I clink mine against his, forcing a smile. “To new partnerships.”