Zenless Zone Zero Section 6 Novels & Stories

Magic seems to be at play here. I mindlink Dad to tell Lily to teleport here since my phone won't work in here. There's no network. A few minutes later, Lily materialises in front of us wearing tiny denim shorts and a white cami. A low growl leaves my lips when Zane whistles. Seriously, the dude flirts with every female he meets. “Fuck... I'll never get used to that. How do you just poof yourself into a place without trying so hard?” Zane remarks and Lily glares at him.

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.

Through the reinforced viewport, the horizon was swallowed by a massive, unnatural phenomenon. It wasn't a storm. It was a wall. Stretching across the entire western coast of the European continent, from the ground straight up into the stratosphere, was a shimmering, jagged red energy field. It pulsed with a dull, heavy frequency that made the fillings in my teeth ache from ten miles away. "The Null-Zone," Captain Reyes stated from the pilot’s seat, her hands steady on the yoke. "Sensors are already degrading. The closer we get, the more the radar scrambles. It's eating the signal."

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.”

It was nearing dusk when Zane stepped into the southern courtyard—the one without cameras, the one left unguarded by design. Snow still fell and the cold in the air had teeth, but he moved like the chill didn’t touch him. He was shirtless again, his skin humming with heat as he sparred with one of the estate’s chosen trainers. The movements were quick, sharp causing the beading of sweat at his temple, breath measured and sure. He struck, deflected, spun, dropped, disarmed.

I added I walked toward the far wall and placed my hand against a blank steel panel. There was no keypad. No visible interface. The wall hummed softly beneath my palm. Then split. Not outward but downward. The entire section of flooring before us lowered in a smooth, silent descent. Zenith’s brows lifted. “I was wondering when the dramatic reveal would happen.” Lucien stepped onto the descending platform without hesitation. Zenith followed. The platform lowered slowly. Ten feet. Twenty. Fifty. The air changed. it became cooler, filtered and alive with machinery.

Lena's POV. I leaned back on the wall, using my fingers to claw onto the wall helplessly as I tried to calm myself down. I didn't understand what was happening or why I was in the room. The shadow kept coming closer and I was forced to stretch my hands forward. “Who are you… what am I doing here?” I stuttered. The shadow stopped and dropped its arm by its side. Then, he clapped his hands once and the dim light brightened immediately.

She was so weak so fragile, weighted like feathers. Zenith turned to take her to the pack doctor when suddenly he noticed something glinting in the moonlight on the ground near the pool’s edge. An earring. He bent down, still holding Violet with one arm, and picked it up, holding it up to the light. Then he took off, sprinting down the path towards the main house, his footsteps hitting against the cobblestones. Zenith was not careful, he bumped into people in a hurry, their startled gasps lost on him as he pushed past, not stopping to fucking apologize.

This morning I had already slept with a man who had officially become a widower only a few hours ago, and the last thing I needed to decide right now was whether I wanted to trade my morals for Merlot. The sliding door behind me moved. A soft sound. Not the kind that startled. More like: I know you’re out here, and I came on purpose. “This feels like a violation of the rules,” Zane’s voice followed. “The contract says you’re not allowed to zone out alone near a body of water without supervision.” “There’s a chapter just about lakes?” I didn’t turn around. “You seriously overestimate yourself.” He passed behind my chair, then came into view beside me, leaning over for a second to hit the dimm