Zero Dark 30 Book Novels & Stories

The safe house, a rustic cabin nestled deep within the heart of Blackwood Forest, offered a temporary respite from the digital storm raging outside. The thick stone walls and lack of electronic devices provided a sanctuary from Zero's prying eyes, but the sense of unease lingered, a constant reminder of the danger they faced. Inside, James Lilion was experiencing a breakthrough in his recovery. The isolation, the clean air, and the constant care provided by May and Alex had worked wonders. He was stronger, more alert, and his memories were slowly returning, piecing together the fragments of his shattered past.

Instead, it excited me. Then I remembered the end of the night. The way I'd gotten too drunk. The way Zade had stopped the game, had taken care of me. He'd helped me change into pajamas. Kept his eyes averted even though I hadn't been wearing a bra. Tucked me into bed like a child. Stayed with me when I'd asked him not to leave. Told me that story. The story about the little Russian boy who'd lost everything. Who'd become consumed by darkness.

I sat on one side of the stairs on the side of it and started to read supposedly, but no matter what I did to focus on my reading, my brain did not absorb the letters and words of the book. I close my eyes. "They're making you a monster, and that's what Zero doesn't want to do." I held the book tightly. I don’t know what Fly says means, everything I do is for Zero, so how come Zero doesn’t want everything I do? "Seriously, when I got here Zero was immediately full of your brain." I stopped thinking and looked at the person who spoke in front of me. Dark, he was wearing a Moonlight uniform while looking at me.

THIRD PERSON POV Meanwhile, at the Blackwood Academy, Ethan wiped sweat from his brow and collapsed onto the bench after practice, breath heavy. “Thirsty?” Jamila’s voice came sweetly from beside him. He hadn’t heard her approach. His eyes moved to her pretty face, the hijab around her neck. He glanced up to find her holding out a bottle of energy drink, her smile a little too eager. “Didn’t know you were my nutritionist now,” he joked, taking it. He was exhausted and didn’t think he would make it back to the house if he tried. Jamila laughed softly. “Just looking out for you.”

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

I could feel the magic inside me fizzle and snap. I pulled the book with the resurrection spell on my lap. I looked through it again. It needed one thousand souls and a major node. The only major node near here was in Utah, so... it looked like that would be where she would eventually end up, maybe after she got one thousand souls. I had just prevented a bunch of those souls, so perhaps the darkness still needed to power up. I whipped out my new phone. It was so fancy it even had internet. It was something I heard of, but with flip phones being ten years behind the times, I wasn't used to having all this technology at my fingertips. I searched through news headlines.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

It was close to a wooded area and we were quite a distance from our closest neighbors, which was good for raising a small hybrid of a vampire and a sorceress. When the taxi drove me to the right place, I noticed a black car in the driveway, which meant Oliver had taken care of that as well. After getting out of the taxi, taking my luggage, and paying the old man who left shortly after, I looked inside the car, which was open and the key was in the ignition, and found another gift in the glove box - information for all bank accounts around the world where Oliver had accumulated some money during his 300 years of life, there was given even the balances of each account.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

Lara stood in the doorway, lips pursed, hands on her hips like she was about to deliver some earth-shattering news. "I have both good and bad news!" she announced dramatically. "Oh boy," I muttered under my breath, pushing myself off the couch and tugging my shirt down. "Here we go." Lara strode in, her eyes ablaze with urgency. "I’ve gone through *every single page* in that book—*thrice*—and if there’s anything else about the Darklord written in it, it’s basically a detailed instruction manual on how your reunion is not only *a hundred percent possible*, but also how it would be the *worst possible* thing that could ever happen to this earth."