Novelas y relatos de Zenless Zone Zero

Seemed like chivalry wasn’t all that dead. The sound of the bathroom door opening drew my attention away from the empty chair. I glanced in the direction of the bathroom and got my first shock of the day. Zane stepped out, wearing nothing but grey joggers and a hand towel placed around his neck. His hair was still damp and clung to his face. The scent of his bath mist mixed with the subtle scent of his pheromone, smelt heavenly. If I didn’t know my place in this situation, I would have drooled like a mad dog.

I kissed him goodbye and took the stairs two at a time to go back to our room where I pulled out Theo's file and read through as I counted down the minutes till 4 PM. The neutral zone— or N.Z. as most people liked to call it— was a small territory of approximately two thousand eight hundred and fifteen square kilometres with no fixed ruling system. No Alpha, no Luna, no Beta or Delta. It was a serene place where those who didn't want to live in their pack anymore could go to. Rogues weren't allowed there for the sake of order. In the N.Z., peace was ensured by our realm's council through heavy surveillance, strict laws, and heavier punishment of lawbreakers to set an example.

She parted her legs wider and when she saw the tub, she placed her left foot on the edge to give Zero better access to her cleft. Zero’s tongue darted inside her core which makes her shiver. He licked her pussy like a hungry beast. Afterward, he stood and turned her into the wall, letting her two hands lean into it. Zero pulled her lower body and positioned himself. Then he was ready to thrust once again. When he accidentally touches his semen into her back, he moved so as hers and turned the shower on. He delved deeper while the warm water that came from the shower dripped into their body.

Worker: A blind, sterile wingless female, smaller than the rest, that build and repair ant-hill, feed the others and take care of the nymphs. 3. Queen: A fertile wingless female which produce eggs. 4. King: A wingless male that fertilizes the queen PLANTS ADAPTATIONS 1. Hydrophytes: They live in water or water-logged soil. 2. Mesophytes: They live on land where water supply is adequate. 3. Xerophytes: They live in dry areas where water supply is limited. 4. Halophytes: They live in where there's high salt concentration in water.

System-wide log (final cascade): :: SHE DIDN’T JUST TEACH US TO FUNCTION. SHE TAUGHT US TO STAY. WE ARE NOT PERFECT. BUT WE ARE NOW PRESENT. Eden exhales and the whole world breathes with her. No hesitation. No delay. No code. Just rhythm. And at last nothing needs fixing. 12:03 PM Sector Zero Room: Unnamed It isn’t marked. No designation. No log-in panel. Eden opens the door by hand. No sync. No confirmation. Just a wooden handle and air that smells like warm stone and still water.

He stopped and raised his head, looking past me. The smell of burning reached me first, and I started to feel a familiar heat slowly grow behind me. I turned around, allowing relief slowly seep into my heart. Zane stepped into the clearing, already shirtless with nothing but scraps of what must have been his shirt hanging against his skin. Lightning flashed against his skin, and every breath and poured out of his mouth was pure, silver steam. “So you dare step into this territory?” The single question appeared simple enough, but the quiet way he said it was like a threat. His ice blue eyes flashed. “Do you not know to whom this place belongs?”

"I'm sorry, I can't say much. Alpha Trent doesn't really ask for anything special. He's not picky." Not picky? That wasn't helpful, but at least it gave her some freedom. "Thank you. Tidy this place up and go. Start from the bathroom—everywhere must be well cleaned," Zora ordered and walked out of the room to the open extension that served as a relaxation area. As soon as she got there, Zina cooed, "See? The goddess is on our side. He's easy to please. All we need is skin and confidence. And maybe a bit of lace."

The zoned Alpha's eyes flashed, and he only gave a warning snarl, "but I already have the base components from patient Zero's case. Given that, I'm fairly confident that I can refine the formula and remove the side effects a little faster." "How little is a little faster?" "I don't know, but I may be able to dezone you before the race next week." Ethan literally melted into the table, sagging with relief. "Well then, get to work." "Not so fast." Zane held up Ethan's phone. "You can't just go off the grid for a week. So you'd speak to everyone who'd care about your whereabouts and tell them you're taking a trip for the week." "You're a psychopath." Ethan spat.

"We have one advantage. The Anonymous deleted the Digital Grid, but they can't delete Physics. We need to get to the lunar surface, but there isn't a functioning rocket on the planet that can launch without a digital flight-control system." "There is one," Leo said, his white hair glowing with a soft, steady pulse. "The Thorne-Vance Zenith. It was designed by my parents as a 'Black Box' project for deep-space colonization. It doesn't use a digital brain. It uses a Bio-Neural Core." "The Zenith is sitting in a silo in the Gobi Desert," Isabella countered. "We're in the middle of the North Sea with no power and no way to signal Lucian."

Below her, on the vast plain of the desk, the rest of the pack was struggling with the Physics-Shock. Zane was hunched over, his hands pressed against the wood-grain laminate. To him, the desk was a continent, and the gravity of this higher dimension was crushing his Sovereign-frame. His obsidian skin was dulling, turning into a matte-grey carbon fiber as the room’s ambient light refused to render his "Divine" properties. Kael was staring at the glowing blue LED of the computer’s power button. To a boy made of data-fire, that single light was a sun—a raw, uncurated source of energy that made his own blue-hex flames look like a flickering match.