Zero Kara Novels & Stories

Blair urged, her heart beating wildly. Kara hesitated, tears brimming in her eyes. “I want to believe in this… I want to be free,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “Then step forward,” Kade encouraged, his gaze unwavering. “We are here for you.” As Kara took a tentative step forward, the sigil pulsed with energy, casting a brilliant light that surrounded them. The shadows flickered, hissing in frustration at the light that was pushing back against them. “You think this light can save you?” Kara’s voice trembled as she fought against the darkness that sought to consume her.

Not only did Vader get himself killed, he made me lose face. I glanced around the woods, and it suddenly felt chilly. Wrapping my arms around myself to keep the cold out, I knew it would only take a matter of hours before my heart froze and I was found lifeless. There is no way this would be the end of me. I am Kara. And I have never been swayed by anything my entire life.

"You're here. Why?" Kara looked at him. "I have my own mission. So don't worry, I won't disturb yours." "What mission?" "To infiltrate them. To make them trust me. And since you've made them hate you, I can't be seen with you Noel." "Joseph. Call me Joseph." "Oh. My bad. Joseph. I forgot your whole name was changed." "I can't believe at age seven, you were allowed on a mission." Kara shrugged. "Just lucky. I'm here to still pretend as you do. And unlike you, I'll do my job perfectly. I want the organization to be proud of me."

I looked back one last time. Malik was surrounded. He was fighting like a demon, deflecting plasma bolts with invisible shields, ripping the armor off the troopers with his mind. But Kazi was still there. The Hunter had pulled a massive combat knife from his boot—a vibrating blade made of white ceramic that wouldn't rust. He was circling Malik, waiting for an opening. "We have to help him," I said, stopping. "He's going to die." "We can't," Eliana cried, pulling me into the darkness of the tunnel. "If Kazi gets you, this is all for nothing. You are the Zero, Baraka. You are the one who matters. Malik is buying us time!"

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Her name is Kara Blue, I watched her turn fifteen years, she loved to skate and also run away... You might wonder from what?... From the shades and shadows of her past, which has made her a pariah because she has passed through a lot in her short life and people don't wanna associate with someone like 'her'... Emphasis on the 'her'...

It seemed to Kara that everything always had to happen at night, in the middle of it, in fact, and she barely got any sleep. Tonight, she and Mary were sneaking out to find the other person in the neighborhood who could reincarnate, a power that Kara discovered herself to have. The yellow lamplights on the deserted streets flickered every now and then, giving off an eerie vibe. Kara decided to diffuse some of her fear by asking Mary questions, which annoyed the latter.

She asked with a nervous look as she turned towards her friends. "Breathtaking!" Cindy whispered. Kiara wiped off an imaginary tear, "I feel like I'm giving you away for marriage." Shelly rolled her eyes at her friend, "Dramatic much?" Kiara shrugged, "You look like someone he'd take right to bed." Shelly's facepalmed, "Don't tell me anything again!" Kiara mumbling under her breath about being asked her opinion followed them as they walked out of the room, heading outside. The black and white Range Rover Sports car of Kol drove into the compound before coming to a stop in front of the house.

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"