Weisz Edens Zero Novels & Stories

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride. As I passed Jasper, he reached out and caught my hand, his voice barely holding together. "Te... Tessa." I turned and smiled, letting it reach my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Wynn. My name is Diana." My bodyguards pulled him aside before he could say another word. I took the seat at the head of the conference table, and Jasper eventually sank into the chair across from me, looking as though the ground had caved in from under him. He stared at me for the entire meeting without looking away once, as if he could see through me if he tried hard enough. Even after the me

He leaned against the polished, white-marble island, swiping his hand through the air to interact with the holographic display projected from the countertop. Glowing digital numbers hovered in the warm morning air. Sixteen million credits. It was a sum of money that broke the boundaries of basic comprehension for someone born in the Rust Belt. It wasn't just survival money. It was absolute, undeniable freedom. It was the kind of wealth that allowed a man to buy an entire residential block, hire a private security firm, and never look over his shoulder again. Ren closed out the banking application and opened the Aegis Online global leaderboards. [RANK 1: SQUAD ZERO - WRAITH, TANK, JINX.]

she whispered. She leaned in, and for a heartbeat, the rivalry vanished. The kiss was a collision of worlds the salt of her skin meeting the heat of his. It was desperate and primal, a brief sanctuary of flesh and blood against the encroaching cold of the machines. In that moment, the "Architect" and the "Alpha" were gone; there were only two hearts beating against the end of the world. CRACK. The door didn't just open; it shattered. Subject Zero lunged through the smoke. It was a horrifying sight: a wolf the size of a grizzly, its spine reinforced with glowing fiber-optic cables, its claws tipped with vibrating monomolecular blades.

She always ordered a chai latte. "So, how did it go with the attorneys?" Isaac asked as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask," Eden said, her eyes lighting up when their waitress returned with their hot drinks. "That bad, huh?" Isaac said when they were alone again. "It was horrible," Eden nodded and watched Aiden babble away with Zoe for a while before she filled Isaac in on her crazy week. He listened intently and drummed his fingers on the table, his eyes giving away nothing the whole time she spoke.

Gion placed the files on the desk, which already looked like a wrecked ship. The tall man stood in front of Zayne. “Do you need anything? You look exhausted.” “Gion, what kind of company are we?” “Technology and digital innovation,” Gion answered instantly, lifting one eyebrow. “Why?” Zayne straightened up and let out a breath. “Bastian wants me to recruit Dennis Wesson.” Gion’s lips twitched, barely holding back a laugh. “Your relationship is… strange,” he said—whether it was praise or a subtle jab, Zayne didn’t bother to argue.

“She just connected to something that wants her. I’m not sitting around waiting for it to knock on the door!” Lena whispered: “It won’t knock.” Silence. Lena looked up, eyes trembling. “It will tear the world apart until it finds me.” Elias cursed softly. Alexander looked like he wanted to destroy the entire planet to protect her. Elias ran a hand through his hair. “Then we find it first. Z-03. Track it. Stop it.” Alexander turned slowly, eyes dark. “And Z-04?” Elias exhaled. “That’s the problem.” A tense silence settled before Alexander spoke again.

“We punish. Or we kill.” “Right,” he replied. “But in any case, you can trust these two. Astrid is our Gamma. I’ve known her for a long time. She’s one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met. And Eden here…well…you know who she is.” His smile faltered at the mention of my name. “Eden.” It was Zara. She was pacing, on high alert. She growled. “Her scent,” Zara warned. “There’s something wrong with her scent.”

Their friends were injured due to their brutality. The trio mated felt a rush in their blood and lost their control. They ran towards Grims shielding their mates. Eden was standing still in the place; he was like in some kind of trance. His gaze was over Hazel, her head was bleeding and injured, and her lower lip was injured too. She was holding her right ribs with her left hand probably broken. She walked exhausted backward as the Weavers were now fighting and she fell over the ground.

Tessa raised her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. Sorry about that. I thought you were already dressed.” Eden gave a small laugh and walked to her vanity. “You do look stunning, though,” she said, noticing Tessa’s outfit. Tessa twirled lightly. She was wearing a cream sleeveless blouse tucked into flowy, floral palazzo pants, with subtle makeup and a glossy nude lip gloss. “Thank you,” she said shyly, cheeks pinking. Eden slipped into her own gown, the silk hugging her frame just enough. She zipped up the jacket and brushed her hair into soft waves.