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?”

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“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.

Scoffing disgustedly at the group of cowardly men, he turned and walked back to the center of the training field. "Head Elder, please begin the competition. As a member of the Riverside Pack, I'm willing to lay down my life to protect the Werewolf Mistress." He finished. Elder Nivane scrutinized the young man before him. He was rash and reckless, with good looks that could rival their Vampire Lord. However, he couldn't remember ever seeing him in the pack before. "You are?" "Nate. A gamma in training. I was out of the pack to negotiate the alliance with the Moonlit Pack and only returned yesterday."

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 grab an energy drink from the mini fridge and pull out the chair to my desk. I fire up my laptop and settle in. I like to start by compiling the basics on my subject and see if there are obvious gaps, so now I build a profile on Kyle, and then I’ll have Jace do a deep dive on his electronic footprint and I’ll start casing him. Alpha gave me his TRTC file and using that I make note of the basics. -Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15

Ten A lot of the people I tutored were usually athletes. At the moment, I was sitting at a café, with one of the quarterbacks. A shadow fell over me. “Another conquest, Emmi?” I looked up and standing there was Nero. He was tall with jet black hair and had a scar over his eye. I sighed and glanced up at Carter, the blond football player I’d been helping. “Hey, how about I call you later and we can try this again?” I said.

He was new, that also was true and that's why the new boy had helped him. On seeing him, the new boy got up and walked to him. "You're okay?" Rory nodded. "You shouldn't have helped me, now you're gonna be in trouble." "Fucking Judas! What are you saying? Those dick heads were going too far and the students were all watching." "You curse a lot." He pointed out and the red-haired kid mouth shut. "I'm Keenan Hilton, I'm new here because I just moved to a new state." He stretched his hand towards Rory for a shake.