Zero Novella Novels & Stories

Her father’s voice. Verena froze, claws still poised above the rogue’s throat. Slowly, her head turned toward the snow. Figures emerged, wolves and men both, stepping out from the pale horizon. Their presence was undeniable, their eyes sharp, their bodies tensed with recognition and suspicion. She released the rogue, letting it collapse, and rose to her full, imposing height. Step by step, she crossed into the snow’s edge. The black sheen of her fur shimmered under the pale light, shifting strand by strand into radiant silver as though the moon itself painted her.

PRESENT Nova The wind was cold, but I didn't move. I just stood on the balcony, leaning against the cold glass railing of my exclusive high-rise, watching the black ink of the night sky slowly bleed into a metallic gray. The glass of wine in my hand was long gone, the condensation leaving rings on the polished stone railing. I was Nova Vale, thirty years old, divorced, and standing on Billionaire's Row, exactly where Killian’s best friend always dreamed of being but could never afford.

"We’ve built the 'New Foundation.' Now, we just have to see what people decide to build on top of it." ​I looked at Damian, and then at the blank sheet of vellum on the desk the one I had been keeping for my own story ​"Rule 34," I whispered. ​"Tell me, Aara," Damian said, pulling me into the warmth of his arms. ​"The best stories are the ones where the Earth gets the last word." ​The "Billionaire's Debt-Bride" was a memory of a ghost. I was Aara Vance, the Guardian of the Zero-Point, and for the first time in my life, the world beneath my feet was finally, perfectly, in sync.

"Please. Come back. I will kill her for you. I will burn the packhouse, I will—" "Too late." I turned, my projection already fading as I withdrew to waking. Over my shoulder, I threw the last stone: "I am coming to collect the debt. Not as your mate. As your extinction." I opened my eyes to the northern dawn. The pup kicked hard, as if in approval. Somewhere south, I knew, Leon woke screaming again—this time with no one to call him Alpha, and no one to believe his lies. The rot had set in. Now we would watch it spread.

[JANE] “What’s your novel about?” I inquired as I took a sip from my coffee. Luna looked at me for a second before she squinted her eyes and hummed as if she’s trying to recall what her novel is about. Her tongue clicked before she spoke. “My novel is about two people who met in an unexpected situation. One made a bet and the other agreed, one life is at stake. I don’t want to spoil that much because I want you to read it yourself”, she smiled but I was too distracted to smile back. I was once again terrified at the thought that this is somewhat connected to me and Khali. Who is this person in front of me, sipping her coffee, wearing a cheerful and attractive smile on her face?

He stretched out with positive indolence, his eyes a pure glimmer of light below the luxuriant veil of his ridiculously long lashes. “One of my PAs from the New York office… Five-foot ten, red-headed... my perfect kind of sin,” Christophe confided softly, reflectively, his eloquent mouth taking on a sensual slant. “She was as wild and hot as I was. I got laid in my coffee break…” Frozen by appalled disbelief that he could actually be confessing to such behavior, Lara was welded to the spot. Her vocal cords were strangled.

This final plot was decided in 2020 and it eventually got published. Lastly, I want to thank the Goodnovel team and my editor who were there to answer my queries and help me get through it. Alright, thank you everyone again! See you in the next story soon~ Bizarre Wolf ends here. I hope you had fun with Clara's Journey and her comical personality. Well then, Bye!

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

Mother Zero turned toward him. “WHO WROTE THEM?” Noah opened his mouth. Stopped. “I…” Alternate Elena whispered: “That is the problem.” Elena turned sharply. “You know.” The woman nodded. “What is this new universe?” She pointed toward Noah. “He thinks he saved the realities by giving them somewhere else to go.” “He did.” “No.” The woman looked at Elena. “He opened an empty universe.” Eva's voice lowered. “And?” “Something was already waiting for one.” The temperature seemed to drop.

I wrote for the rest of the period without stopping. When the bell went I looked at what I had produced and felt that specific unease of having said something on paper that was truer than I had intended. Three quarters of a page. Every sentence clean. None of it named. All of it obvious to anyone who knew what they were looking at. I closed the notebook. "Nova." Mr. Vance's voice. I looked up. The room was emptying. "Could you stay back a moment?" — The classroom emptied fast.