Re Zero Stories Novels & Stories

Austin whined, but obediently handed over the computer. Briella opened it, tapped around for a few moments, then returned it. Austin: “???” He turned it back on—nothing seemed out of place. “Boss, what did you do?” “Figure it out yourself.” Briella replied calmly. Another message appeared in the chat window. Zero: [No problem. Red Club, third floor, far east private room. Tomorrow night at 8.] Briella: [Great. No problem on my end either.] Briella’s eyes narrowed. Third floor at Red Club—that meant Zero had a membership there.

My mentor, Steven Gilford, fell silent for a moment. When he spoke again, caution weighed down his voice. "Our research team is heading north, to the Fallen Temple. We are searching for a fragment of the legendary Serum Manuscript. That place is lethal. If you go, there is a real chance you will not come back." He paused, then asked the question anyway. "Are you really willing to leave everything you have here and come with us?" Another beat passed.

The York family wanted Caleb and me to spend more time together, so he often took me out. We went skydiving, hiking, and visited the ocean. Slowly, we grew closer with every adventure. Mom finally divorced Dad. I heard the York family cut off business with the Johnsons. Dad's reputation suffered after the divorce, and no one wanted to work with him. The Johnsons were soon facing bankruptcy. Hayden stopped paying attention to Selena. Furious, Selena tried secretly drugging both herself and Hayden to force a situation, but Hayden caught her and dumped her out into the street.

"As this brute just said, my name is Scarlet Relezea. I'm a second year from the fashion department." "Ah, I'm Black Vera." I replied. "I'm a second year from the arts department." "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes." "I knew it. No old student would ever even think about being friends with this wild monkey. I feel so sorry for you, you poor soul." "If I'm a monkey, then you're a gorilla." Crimson passively commented. "Ignoring this useless brute, can you tell me why you need clothes?" "Ah, we're performing at the club recruitment, but I didn't know we had to bring an extra pair of clothes." I replied.

Renn is looking at me, and for the first time her scarred face holds a thing that is almost kin. “We’ve heard it too,” she says. “On the approaches. Never this deep. We called it the Tapper. We thought it was a story the dying tell themselves. A thing that got so far past what they did to it that the pressure stopped mattering, the cold stopped mattering, the air stopped mattering. A source that kept going down when the rest of us learned to stop.” She wets her lips. “If it’s down here knocking your private little prayer on your hull, Subject Zero, then it has been listening to you for a very long time. Longer than tonight. It knows your heartbeat. It’s been waiting for you to come home.”

He let out a choked roar as his cock erupted, several thick, hot ropes of cum flying through the air and splattering across his own stomach and the dark leather of the sofa. He kept stroking through the pulses, his balls contracting as he emptied every drop of frustration he’d been carrying since he saw that photo. He slumped back, gasping for air, his cock still twitching and leaking as he stared up at the ceiling. The silence of the apartment returned, heavy and thick. He looked down at the mess on his lap, a dark smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth Ninety-nine names on the list. Ninety-nine girls who meant nothing. But Jessie? Jessie was going to be the trophy. She was going to be th

“Everything is monitored. Everything is compromised. This message is risky, but time is no longer something we have.” She leaned closer to the camera, like she was speaking only to me. “I am not Jon Tulip. I was never his prisoner, and I was never his weapon. I was his proof of concept. His first success. His greatest mistake.” I felt the silver veins under my skin pulse in response, slow and heavy, like a second heartbeat. “I want to meet you in neutral territory,” Subject Zero said. “No soldiers. No operatives. No handlers. Just us. I will explain your bloodline. Your abilities. And what Jon was really trying to create.”

In the place where she had stood, there was only a single silver-grey scalpel, its blade stained with the original amber. ​The Ninth Peak is the new Suture Zero, a mobile nursery for a galaxy that is finally, truly alive. But Sarah-Prime has vanished into the deep void, and as Elara picks up the first scalpel, she realizes that the "Prime" version of her mentor has left behind one final, hidden code—a sequence that isn't for a planet, but for a person who hasn't been born yet.

But it felt like the closest thing to it. “Sera…” His voice sounded strained. “This is crossing lines.” “I know,” I said. “But I don’t want to stop.” “Neither do I.” We stayed like that for a long time, hands pressed to the screen, talking about everything and nothing. He told me about the old lady who came in every week to confess the same small lie she told her husband. I told him about the promotion I turned down because it felt empty. When it was almost four in the morning again, I stood up slowly.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.