Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

Zenon is one of the strongest in this world and his powers are not to be trifled with. A little while later, Zenon jumped down the platform and walked toward his group. But Zenon stopped walking when he met our gaze and his eyes widened in shock as he looked at Leena and me. He stood there frozen as if he saw a ghost or something. I smiled at him and waved; he got back into his trance while rubbing his eyes as though he was hallucinating. Leena and I chuckled at his reaction. His expression lifted and quickly headed our way in a hurry.

She tugged relentlessly. “5 seconds. Are you in the safe zone?” Theo tried to stop his tremors as he asked. Zenia, incensed with the stubborn tree, irritated with the time limit, and angered by the burning pain, yanked the silver chain one last time with all her might. And voila, the chain broke and finally came off the tree. “The water is gone. Please tell me you are in the safe zone.” Theo pleaded and whispered quietly. But neither Liam nor Zenia had the time to respond to him because they saw the transparent glass freezing up and becoming opaque at an astonishing speed.

••• <9AM> Jezebel watched her surroundings carefully, making sure no one's watching before stepping into the capture zone Of all the buildings in the clan, it's the only one with a rotating camera,so far you can calculate the time taken for it's rotation to each angle. She stood by the door, watching the camera as it prepared to rotate to another angle, then she began counting the minutes. Immediately it turned to the left angle in two minutes, she slipped into the right angle and got her burner phone. She dialled the only line in it, and her heart skipping beats as he watched the camera nervously.

Zena never does things by half. "Fuck...." escaped me once more at the sight of her. Her leggings wriggled down and off, kicked towards the back end of the boat where the rucksack offered some leverage to the dangerous tilt we already had created. She shrugged the straps of her vest down her arms, still bobbing her head up and down as she slowly transformed into a naked siren before my eyes. The glowing moon never suited anyone better. Her eyes like the stars themselves, looking up at me as she slowly started to touch herself. The scent of her arousal hit me and made me groan all over again.

“Where’s the lens?” Zane’s stomach clenched. “If I wanted to catch something salacious, I’d aim it where it could see the shower.” Trey immediately strode to the enclosure. Now that he knew to look, he found it in less than a minute: a thumbnail sized wireless fisheye adhered to the top of one marble wall with waterproof adhesive. Zane had been facing it while Trey fucked him. It would have seen everything. Hands shaking, he pried open the box he’d found. As he did, the power light winked off.

Carson and Ruth followed behind her, their gear silent, signal cloaks already active. “This place shouldn’t exist,” Ruth muttered, scanning the horizon. “There’s no record of it anywhere. Not even in Corelight’s main archive.” “That’s the point,” Lena replied. “Tier Zero isn’t just off-grid. It was built for one thing only—survival after collapse.” A sharp beep pinged on her wrist module. The entrance beacon was still active—meaning someone, at some point, had returned. Or never left. Faiza’s voice came through comms from Geneva. “Thermal scan confirms residual heat signatures inside the compound. But no movement.”

"The Zero-Zone does not tolerate contamination. This vessel is a biological anomaly. A filth-carrier." "Kaelor, stop," Aradaa’s voice echoed through the ship’s speakers, sounding layered and distant. "I’m linked to their grid. If you swing that sword, they’ll vent the nitrogen directly into the internal lungs. We’ll be frozen solid before you clear the scabbard."

TIME: DAY 2 OF EXILE, 15:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - "THE QUARANTINE ZONE." STATUS: WAR COUNCIL. The sky of the Quarantine Zone was a bruised, bleeding canvas of shattered code. Black clouds of corrupted data rolled lazily across a backdrop of harsh, crimson static. There was no sun, no moon, no day-night cycle. There was only the perpetual, eerie twilight of a server space that the Admin had tried—and failed—to delete.

Shaking my head, I splattered water on my face, the drops making a mess of my shirt. In a few minutes, I was already out of the room, padding down the hallway into the living area. The floor-to-ceiling window flooded the room with sunlight. I finally took noticed off the white building scattered across the cliff. It looked worthy of a painting. My stomach clenched, and I turned away, focusing my attention on Zane. He stood near the terrace door, shirtless, his pajama trousers hanging low. I swear his broad back stared at me first, and I let my eyes linger, tracing the ridge of his muscle.

“The leaders. The ones who run each zone. You’ll need to know who’s in charge if you plan to stay alive.” I hesitated, then stepped on beside him. The platform hummed, rising smoothly. The air got colder, the walls shifting from steel to glass. I could see faint holograms of maps flickering around us glowing numbers labeled from 1 to 10. “What are those?” I asked. “The zones,” Nova said. “Erevos has ten of them. Zone 1’s the beginners the ones who just got dumped here like you. Zone 10’s the top. The elites. They’ve survived every phase.”