Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

He caught my lower lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to keep my jaw locked, keeping my screams buried in my throat. "I'm here, Luna," Zane called out, his voice shockingly steady, dropping into a lazy, bored drawl that masked the ragged edge of his breathing. "What are you doing in a storage closet?" she snapped, her voice muffled by the wood. "Taking a breather," Zane said smoothly. He didn't stop. He pushed two fingers past the soaked lace, sliding them deep inside me with one slow, deliberate thrust.

The death zone was a place where physics stopped to establish reliable rules follow. Violet flashes licked silently between the pitch black, and the compass of the crawler turned in a insane rhythm in circles. Raven throttled the speed when a huge rock wall from the fog ! It worked naturally, but as the headlight of the crawler on the Surface hit, she shined metallic. It wasn't a mountain. It was the main bulk of Aegis zero. Vesper stood behind his seat, the healthy arm placed around the headrest while

The "Distress-Signal" was not a plea for help; it was a "System-Wake-Command." As the Benthic-Wild churned the upper layers of the Atlantic into a toxic, indigo-silver soup, the Nereus followed the pulse down to a depth that the ROVs had previously considered "Geologically-Inert." There, embedded in the basalt of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, sat "Station-Zero," a Thorne-Ares facility designed to withstand not just the Sombra, but the eventual "Heat-Death" of the surface civilization.

​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."

He releases my wrist and holds the phone up, crushing it. Using only his hand he demolishes it. The cheap plastic casing crunches, the screen spiderwebs, and the internal components snap. He drops the debris into a small trashcan like it’s nothing more than a crushed soda can. "Protocol Zero," Kirill states. "You fucking asshole!" I shout, staring at the ruined tech. "Protocol Zero," he repeats, his voice hard. "Total blackout. No electronic emissions. No outgoing signals. No incoming data. We are a black hole. You don’t touch anything electronic."

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything

Jake Three days later, Elena still hadn't woken up. The operation had been successful but she had to be put in a medically induced coma because she had lost a lot of blood and was still in the red zone. if they had brought her in any later, it would have been too late to save her thankfully the bullet didn't hit any vital spot and she had been sagacious enough to put pressure on the wound which helped a lot. Jake hadn't left her side since she was brought into the private room he got for her, he had only left to take bathroom breaks when necessary and had ignored mike's plea for him to go home for a few hours at least instead he had made the guy bring clean shirts for him.