Zero Novella Novels & Stories

"Hey guys. Who wants ice cream or pizza? What do you guys want?" Someone hissed, "Not this crap again?" And commented. Everyone heard it. Lucille smirked and bit her lower lip. "When I was seven, my dad sent us away. See, the month before, someone we cared about died, he was in the hospital with all these tubes in him and he looked so thin and fragile. To us it was scarey so we had nightmares. We used to wake up so scared. Then a month later, daddy says we're going on holiday in Italy. So he sends us away with aunt Mattilda. And when we get there, we go to aunt Mattie's cousin, aunt Rachel. After a few days, aunt Mattie leaves us. So days turn to weeks and no one else comes to spend the holi

Without instruction. Just nature, doing what nature does when the right conditions finally exist. ______________ I originally intended for Zara to be possessed by morrha but while I was working on the novel, I realised Mira was a better option someone unexpected. thanks for staying with me through to the end of arc one. arc 2 resumes tomorrow. I apologise for only uploading one chapter today ARC ONE ENDS

Adam's POV After learning the truth about myself twelve hours ago, I spent the night talking with my parents, then my wolf. I wanted to learn what I could about werewolves, so I decided to go to the library. Every book I read talks about our kind as though we are fantasy. To be fair, I used to think that way. I was sitting at a table in the middle of the library reading through my fifth book when I was suddenly overwhelmed with a jasmine and rose fragrance. It was so sweet and intoxicating.

The books on the shelves begin to fall because the whole room is vibrating like an earthquake is about to happen. Avyanna is unperturbed by all this, she keeps hugging Alcinder as if her life depends on him. She looks over the Chaos and sees the wolf looking frightened and dead at the same time, she stretches her hand over and gently grabs his foot as him she was trying to calm him. Alyssa and Elektra’s hands are still entwined begins to glow and moves to their entire body. They get up and hand in hand, hair glistening and eyes so bright, they move over to Alcinder and Ruby. They both kneel in Unison and touch Ruby and Alcinder at the same time, Jolting them back to life.

“I know it hurts, but try not to show the enemy it’s affecting you, okay-” “It doesn’t hurt, mom,” her son says with a shrug. “We’re really not pretending.” “Yeah, I don’t feel pain either. Besides, Uncle Kai will be coming to save us, right?” the little girl says. The shock on Nova’s face is palpable and she offers them a tight smile before looking at Nikolai. “Okay, are you going to tell me what’s up with Nova’s creepy kids?” I ask, gesturing towards the glass. “They can’t feel pain?”

She would only text me when she needed money. Finally, I could meet her during the New Year. However, she came home with Charles and Caleb. She expressed pity for the widower and his son, which made me speechless. After that, they watched the New Year parade together and took pictures at Sky Square. They were close like a family, which made me express my jealousy. I told her that her parents wanted grandchildren and that I wanted to have children with her. However, fury gripped her. “Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!”

Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door. I spun towards the door, accidentally tipping over the ink bottle. I thought nothing of it; the ink had never spilled before. Even so, I decided to turn back and pick it up. Which is when I noticed that the ink had somehow spilled, and not only that, but it spilled right onto my finished manuscript, 1001 Dark Tales. I sat there staring for a second, completely forgetting about the knock on the door. Nothing happened, though, and relief instantly filled me.

Novah's POV The silence after the shattering crash was different. Thicker, charged. Porcelain dust hung in the weak morning light filtering through the heavy blue drapes, catching on motes like fractured stars. Novah stood amidst the wreckage of the tray, the bowl, the candlestick, her chest heaving. The raw power that had surged through her moments before still thrummed in her veins, a low, insistent vibration beneath her skin, like a plucked bass string. It wasn't just adrenaline; it was *her*. Her wolf, coiled and watchful, its fury momentarily sated by the act of destruction. Not against a person, but against the memory, the helplessness Nick represented.

"This... the silence, the cold, the fact that I don't know what’s happening in Chicago right now... this is the only power that matters. The power to be nobody." ​Enzo kissed the top of my head, his heartbeat a slow, steady rhythm. ​"We're not ghosts, Jade," he whispered. "We're the beginning." ​Outside, the snow began to pile up against the door, sealing us into our foundation of silence. The world of the Vault and the Sin was thousands of miles away, a digital memory fading into the white. We were the result of the equation. We were the zero-point. The static that had governed our lives had finally flatlined, leaving only the steady, honest heat of the fire.

The woman's smile became heartbreaking. "That's the problem." Silence. The memories continued flowing. Endless. Infinite. Nova felt dizzy. Then she saw something that made her blood run cold. The Void. Not the ancient eye. Not the cosmic force. The child. The spark. The lonely being wandering through darkness. Nova watched herself kneel beside it. Comforting it. Teaching it. Protecting it. The image shattered. Another appeared. Origin. Young. Before creation. Before universes. Before time.