Zero Novel Novels & Stories

Novas POV I am starting to get really sick of waking up from blacking out. I mean, I just wanted a latte and a muffin and some answers and now, well, now I didn’t have a clue what was happening. I am in a plain brick room. There is a window but it’s old and filthy and I’m tied to a chair. Whoever has taken me must know I don’t have my wolf because they didn’t even bother with silver chains.

In the place where she had stood, there was only a single silver-grey scalpel, its blade stained with the original amber. ​The Ninth Peak is the new Suture Zero, a mobile nursery for a galaxy that is finally, truly alive. But Sarah-Prime has vanished into the deep void, and as Elara picks up the first scalpel, she realizes that the "Prime" version of her mentor has left behind one final, hidden code—a sequence that isn't for a planet, but for a person who hasn't been born yet.

She said quickly, cutting the line. Yeah Right, the only thought I have in mind. My gut feeling says no, I can't mess with that new boss based on what I heard and know he is notorious for making people so small, what a perfectionist. He came from a well-off lineage, I don't plan to have a crush on him, all I want is to work peacefully.

POV(FIONA), Everything went blank, or maybe something like, mist covering the whole place, but it was preety different, and it kept changing, and now, I'm in the middle of a thick forest, and I could hear the sounds of the Forest animals, it felt too real to be an illusion. It was fine, as long as I'm not in the middle of some people, who just want to watch me being humiliated, it felt so good, and that moment, i thought.....

“I’m in your depth, and I pay my respect, God Ophiuchus.” Satisfied, and where HE expects it from the shard soul of Ai, and within the world and book that lies within the very center and the prison of the seven-original sin from the primordial times. HE accepts, then introduces HIMSELF. “Zero. In this void, world and time. I am named Zero. Given by my princess and the one I swear to protect.” “What favor could this be for letting me into your presence, God?”

[Silk Against Glass] The Zero Layer was a house of glass, but it felt like a tomb of ice. In the wake of the drawing-room collision, the air in the estate remained charged with the ozone of Dante’s presence and the lingering, floral poison of Elena Moretti-Vane.

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

It wasn't a symbol of a closed system. "What's that?" Meilin asked. Leo looked at the circle, then at the fire, then at the horizon where the first real lights of a rebuilding city were beginning to twinkle. "It's a 'Zero'," Leo said with a faint, witty smile. "But I think... I think I'm going to turn it into a 'One'." He drew a single line through the circle. The story of the Project Renaissance had ended. The story of Humanity 2.0 had just begun.

Fire burst through the old mausoleum, swallowing the black coats, the white flowers, the graveyard, and every apology that had come too late. “No—!” I screamed, but no one heard me. I did not want Luca to die. He was innocent. He was the only one who had understood me. The world went white. Then the Survival Program sounded in my mind. 【Isabella, congratulations.】 【Dante Bellandi’s family-bond score has reached 100%.】 【Julian Vale’s Love Score has reached 100%.】 【Adrian Moretti’s Love Score has reached 100%.】 【Luca’s Love Score has reached 100%.】

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th