Zero Novella Novels & Stories

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

"I wrote 'Project Blackout' six years ago. I was nineteen. I was living in a shipping container in Sector 4. My little sister, Rina, had synthetic lung failure. She needed a transplant. The hospitals in your shiny Sector 1 wouldn't take her without insurance." Nova’s eyes burned with angry tears. "I needed fifty thousand credits in twenty-four hours, or she would suffocate." She took a breath, shaking. "So I wrote the nastiest, most aggressive shield-breaker I could dream up. I put it on the dark net. An auction. Highest bidder takes the source code." Altair watched her. He was calculating. Testing her pulse rate visually. She was telling the truth. "Who bought it?" Altair asked coldly. "Ano

Nova POV Seeing that bitch try to seduce my man was fucking pathetic. Wait why did I call him that he isn’t mine. Do I want him to be? That is the question I found myself asking walking in the woods. It was getting darker and darker by the minute and I just wanted to find that waterfall I found last year again. I told myself it would be where I first shifted for a year now.

the table claps in agreement. All except Jack who has now turned a deathly shade of white. “So please Alpha’s warn your packs of the consequences of taking something that doesn’t belong to them” nova says with a smile that sends a chill down my spine. There it is that’s the heretic Cold that so many of us have heard about. Jack places his hand over Novas and whispers to her. It’s too low for me to pick up but the cold look that takes over her face tells me all I need to know.

I turned to face the window, hiding the faint smile that tugged at my lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. He didn’t answer, but his hand tightened slightly on the wheel — just enough for me to know that he’d heard me. ***The morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of the Lawson estate, scattering fragments of gold across the marble floor. I stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection of the woman who gazed back at me — the woman I was becoming. Nova. But not the same Nova who used to cower behind her grandmother’s fence, afraid of whispers, afraid of eyes that mocked and judged. Not the girl who cried herself to sleep because her father chose another family over her.

She reached for him not to kiss, not to hold. Just to touch his hand once. And said: “Don’t try to save me in there. Just don’t be the reason I burn.” Nova hadn’t slept in 39 hours. Not really. Not since the moment she decrypted the purge list and saw her name printed in clean, government-standard font. Zhao, Nova Scheduled: Phase II – Entry #03 Purge Protocol: SABLE-NULL She didn’t panic. She didn’t run. She sat in front of a dead terminal, cracked her knuckles, and began writing code.

POV: Mia (Zero) The emissary arrived just before the moon touched its peak. No call. No warning. No sound of footfall over the stone. One moment the watchtower was clear, and the next, Nova was at my door with blood on her sleeve and a grim line in her jaw. “He’s not armed,” she said, though her voice betrayed no relief. “But he’s not alone. Whatever follows him—it's not flesh.”