Young Netero Novels & Stories

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

Nero is boiling beside me which means I’m on the right path. “Elara.” His expression softens as he tests out the name. “I have a daughter around your age. She’s eighteen.” A flash of fatherly pride lights up his eyes, and though I’m not eighteen, I don’t mention it. “Seriously?” I say with enthusiasm. “Yes,” he answers eagerly. “Her name is—” Nero clears his throat loud enough to interrupt us, and I tilt my head toward him in a glare. “Don’t drive me into a ditch Sergio,” he says while still staring out of the window.

she said, her eyes meeting his. He suppressed a moan as her voice, sweet as honey, reached his ears. "My name is Alpha Nero Aimillios Astadel, and I am one hundred twenty-five years old. I am Northwest City's Alpha," Nero introduced himself," his voice deep and commanding. Verity's breath caught in her throat as she bit down on her lower lip. She was aware of the fact that lycans were known to live longer than humans, but the realization that Alpha Nero had surpassed the century mark was a surprise to her.

I finally asked her out,and i felt somewhat nervous and it was new to me and i know i noticed the nerd because of that bet i had with Ash and Brian but now i think it was getting personal I went home and i told the new help to make a lemonade and bring it to my room and before i went into the shower i heard a knock on the door and i opened it and i took the tray from her hand and dropped it on my dresser and went to the bathroom for a quick shower and wore a black leather jacket and a white shirt with black jeans

"Oh shit, hi! Am I in your way?" I poked my head up from over Kyo's and laughed. "No, she just likes to mess with people. Don't you, girl?" I slid down from her back and bowed my head. "I'm Nyxie, new around here. Sorry if she scared you." The demon looked to Kyo, who was slightly smirking at him. "Uh, I'm Nero." His gaze turned to me. "So you're the Nyxie I've heard so much about."

My heart fluttered with nervousness, and I couldn't help but steal a side glance at Elder Ken, seeking reassurance. To my relief, Elder Ken nodded ever so subtly, as if sensing my unspoken fears. His gesture offered me a small measure of comfort, reminding me that I was in trusted hands. My attention returned to Alpha Nate, whose gaze was still locked on me. At that moment, I could feel the weight of tradition and expectation bearing down on my shoulders.

His mouth went dry. "How-" his blood froze in his veins, Narco slowly turn to face him and Mort grinned and scoff derisively. "Narco is a brilliant kid. Even though he's only 1 year old, he never forgets his past, whether it's good or bad." Mort said, face devoid of emotion and Narco look up, and listened to him.

The doorbell sounds a little tune when I touch it. “That must be your sister, Derek. Go get the door. I’m almost done wrapping her dinner,” I hear Sofia say from the living room. Sofia’s my best friend and while I’m away at work, she’s the only person I trust to watch my younger brother whenever he gets back from school. “Finally,” Derek’s breaths a low sigh as he spots me from the window. He’s mad at me. This is the fourth time this week that I’m coming to pick him up late at night. The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek.

When the light faded. the newborn was gone. The Original Creator stood empty-handed. No! Nero remained on his knees. In his arms was a tiny black star. It slowly transformed. A child appeared. Not a newborn this time. A little boy. He looked exactly like Nero. But his eyes were no longer black. They were silver. Nero stared at him. The boy opened his eyes. Brother. Nero's breath caught. He hugged him. You're safe. The little boy smiled.