Rezero Creator Novels & Stories

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

Crane’s eyes gleamed. “Because my legacy didn’t die with me. It multiplied.” He pointed to the boy. “To him.” He pointed to Elias. “To you.” And then— He pulled a remote from his coat. Elias shouted— “Don’t—” Crane pressed the button. The far wall opened. Revealing a second Elias. Eyes dead. Hands twitching. No soul. Just machinery wrapped in flesh. “Meet Version Zero,” Crane said. “The control specimen. The one with no memory. No emotion. No resistance. Pure obedience.”

Even if she wanted to take Thalyx away, she could not support him. I narrowed my eyes and smiled. "I’m being sincere. You probably don't know that this merman has abilities that other beast folk don't have. As long as you raise him with blood for 999 days, he can fulfill any wish for you. Even if you wanted the moon, this all-powerful merman would be able to get one for you. I want to give this merman to you because you'll be coming of age in less than ten days, so it’s the perfect gift.”

he replied. “You’d wipe every bloodline off this earth,” Damien snapped. “You’d kill the very wolves who forged this world.” “They didn’t make it,” Kaelen said. “They inherited the ashes of something more pure. Something whole. I’m not the destroyer here. I’m the reset.” I looked up at the sky. Into that rift of a mouth that I own. One version is smiling. One screaming. One buried in stone. My knees almost buckled. I had no idea who I was. And maybe that was the point.

And beneath that, a single line of prophecy: “When the moon is fractured and the red eye returns, she will rise again, unfinished, unyielding, unforgiven.” Aria’s hands shook. Her breathing turned shallow. She’d created this. She had sealed her own soul’s return, through magic older than the packs, deeper than the moon’s cycles. She wasn’t just reborn. She had engineered it. The scroll darkened in her hands, the silver ink turning black. Then without warning it disintegrated into ash and vanished into the wind. “Why did it do that?” she asked, voice hollow. Maelin’s expression was grim.

he affirmed, recognizing the glimmer of remembrance in my eyes. As the fragments of my past began to coalesce, I felt an overwhelming flood of emotions. Memories surfaced, not just as Iris, but as another, someone named Nadia. The realization hit me like a tidal wave—my true identity was Nadia, and the memories that resurfaced were a tapestry woven with love, betrayal, and tragedy.

Before long, they were all sentenced to prison and received their deserved punishment. As for me, I stepped onto a new path in life. … Extra: Zara Sommer In my previous life, my existence had been nothing short of bleak. But now, with a second chance, I refused to be submissive. I turned down the blind date Mom set up for me and stood up against her, ultimately succeeding in changing my fate. However, when I later reviewed Mom's chat records, I was dumbstruck to learn the truth. I discovered that I was not her biological child but instead was bought from a trafficker.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

"Memories are just backstories. Blood is just a color palette. And right now, your color palette is taking up too much processing power. The Board wants a 'Happy Ending' for the shareholders, and a 'Happy Ending' means a clean slate. No 'Void,' no 'Origin,' just a nice, marketable garden." "The Gardener," I realized. "She was your work." "She was a placeholder," the Creator dismissed with a wave of his giant hand. "But since you broke her world, I have to go back to the source. I have to edit the **Zero**." He reached for something off-screen. When his hand returned, he was holding a giant, pink block. It was an **Eraser**. "No!" Selene screamed.