Satella Re Zero Novels & Stories

She gives me a flirty smile and slides down off the edge of my desk, removing her hand from my hair and taking my hand in hers to pull me up off my chair. “Honestly, Z, even with as tired as I am, I feel like I’m too wired now to get any sleep.” I say, standing up and wrapping my arms around Zella’s waist, pulling her close to me and burying my head into her strawberry blonde hair. She pulls her head back and looks up at me, her eyes, the color of a Tiffany’s box, dancing. “Beta, who said anything about sleeping?” Rather than wait until we’re in our suite on the Beta floor, I pick up my mate and sit her back down on the edge my desk, prepared to have her be the recipient of all my wound-up e

​Station Zero was a cathedral of cold logic, a sprawling complex of black polymer and reinforced titanium that seemed to breathe with the slow, tectonic pulse of the earth. Thousands of "Sentinel-Drones"—sleek, eel-like machines with red optic sensors—wove through the thermal vents like a silver-shroud. They didn't hunt with sound; they hunted with "Bio-Electrical Signatures."

Severiel watches quietly. For once the angel says nothing. The Custodian breaks the silence. Additional development detected. The projection shifts again. A new signal appears near Saturn. Small. Fast. Matteo groans. “Please tell me that is not another scout.” The Custodian answers. It is not a predator vessel. Ezra studies the signal. “What is it.” The being responds. Human technology. All of us look at the display. A tiny spacecraft emerges from the darkness near Saturn. Compared to the coalition ship it is microscopic.

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.

She’s blind. “Who are you?” The girl stands and moves closer to the door. “Even with the bracelet on your hand, I can still feel you, Luna.” “I am not a Luna.” “Maybe not now.” “Who are you?” I ask again. “Dorothea.” She says simply. There’s a small smile on her dirt covered face, and her eyes are unfocused where they rest on the cell door. “Hold on, let me get you out of there.” “No Luna, not yet.” I sigh in frustration. “I told you, I am not your Luna.” She says nothing but the smile on her face increases slightly.

I close the distance between us, Celeste instantly looks down at her feet, unable to bear our close proximity. I need to see her beautiful eyes. "Look at me baby" I whisper but it still comes out roughly, keeping my hands to myself with great difficulty because the moment I touch her I know I'll loose control. She hesitantly raises her head connecting those beautiful grey irises with my dark ones. My wolf purrs in my head in satisfaction. "I Theodore ,the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack accept you Celeste as my soultmate and the future Luna." I declare without breaking contact with her. My words are firm, I don't show an ounce of doubt to her.

Selene sat with her back to the far wall, blade across her lap, eyes on the horizon. Aria spread a stolen blanket over the concrete and dropped onto it, groaning. “God, my back,” she muttered. “Zero needs to start carrying me instead of my stuff.” Selene let out a small laugh. “You really trust that thing now.” “Why wouldn’t I?” Aria said, stretching her arms overhead. “Zero’s been perfect. No sass. No judgment. No weird trauma dumps.” “You’re the one who named it like a moody AI in a dystopian movie.”

Kael is dying in the master suite, his heart failing because he chose a savior who is nothing but a parasite. K-01 CAPACITY: 1.0% The stone beneath my feet begins to hum with a lethal, high-frequency scream. The sky of Rebirth City, visible through the gaps in the ceiling, starts to pixelate, turning from a false blue to a cold, digital black. My vision flashes white. A new alert overrides the first, pulsing in the center of my sight. PRIMARY ANOMALY DETECTED. INITIATING PROTOCOL ZERO. TOTAL SECTOR FORMAT IN 60 SECONDS.

"Revival sequence complete. Unit Gamma-Seven, online. Primary directive: Await orders." The Reaper—Gamma-Seven—slowly, stiffly, pushed himself up into a sitting position within the pod. He looked down at his own hands as if he’d never seen them before. He flexed his fingers. Then, his head turned, and his pale eyes landed on Sela and Leo. There was no recognition. No anger. No threat. Just a vast, empty confusion.

Dust rained from the ceiling. "What was that?" Subject 13 asked. Mother Zero's expression darkened. "They found us." Far above, buried satellites flickered to life. Ancient screens blazed with red warnings I couldn't see but somehow felt: S01-X: CONFIRMED ACTIVE RECOVERY UNIT AWAKENING "They never really abandoned this place," Mother Zero said calmly, despite the growing tremor in the walls. "They just buried it deeper." The floor cracked beneath our feet. Somewhere above, I heard the whir of mechanical wings.