Zero Point Book Novels & Stories

" I, I. I don't know. This is my first time so I was hoping you'd help me out." "Come with me." He let me go instantly and turned back the way he came from. It took me a few seconds before I could grasp was going on. Noah freaking Sage was going to give me a book to read! What were the chances that he'd give me a book with something that could help us investigate?" "Zero." Zoe replied, bursting my bubble. I pouted as I felt my ray of hope walk out the door. Noticing my change in mood, she continued. " What? You didn't think it'd be thar easy, did you?"

Lira’s voice on comms: “Sera, the ship’s sealing itself! She’s inside the grid!” Zero’s eyes flicked upward. Then glowed. Once. “Correction,” she said calmly. “I am the grid.” The ship moaned as pressure shifted across the decks. Doors locked. Oxygen levels rebalanced. Lights dimmed one floor at a time. But the hum wasn’t mechanical. It was breathing. Zero stood at the heart of it all, her bare feet leaving no trace, her eyes now fixed on Sera with something new behind them: Recognition. “You weren’t supposed to survive,” she said.

The band was formed from tiny diamonds arranged like intertwining flower branches, and at the center sat a smooth, luminous pearl that glowed softly in the sunlight. “Zoe,” he said quietly, “I know you’ve been hurt before, but I want to give you a future that feels safe. Will you marry me?” His voice was low and gentle, his eyes filled with sincerity and hope. I froze for a moment. Then, my vision blurred as tears welled up and spilled over. Nodding through my tears, I whispered, “I will.”

ALISA’S POV The live stream had ended thirty minutes ago, but the city didn’t need me to sign off. It was already voting with every share, every comment, every desperate phone call flooding Kael’s inbox. I stood in the middle of the penthouse living room, barefoot on cool marble, wearing only one of his black shirts that skimmed my thighs. The claiming mark on my shoulder throbbed in time with the bond—golden threads pulsing warm and constant, like they were sealing us into something eternal. Kael paced three steps away, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and lethal as he dismantled yet another threat.

If he wants to see the glitch in his perfect world, I will show him exactly how much it's going to cost him to fix it. Valerius raises the watch, and in the reflection of the glass, I see it—a countdown, glowing in red pixels that shouldn't exist in a stable system. Protocol Zero. He mouths a single word, silent beneath the hum of the dying machines. *Begin.*

The system had requested for clearance, a d that was the easiest thing to do, because the information I needed were surprisingly on the file. I typed as quickly as possible, and the files opened. There were geographical surveys, and a blacked out floor plan, stamped with a logo I found difficult to recognize. Then, I saw a circle enclosing a single dot, just a single word. Zero. For no reason, my fingers hovered over the screen. That word alone..Zero...stared back at me. Just a glance at it, I could tell something about it didn't feel like data anymore. It was more like the system recognized me, like it knew I was right there.

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

He had silver hair and a smile that didn't reach his grey eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling," the man bowed slightly. "Or should I say, Your Highnesses. I am Zero." He sat down at the table without asking. Waiters appeared instantly, serving wine. "Cut the pleasantries," Jackson didn't touch his glass. "You invited us. You have ten minutes before I buy this train and derail it." "Always the aggressor," Zero smiled, sipping his wine. "I represent The Architects. We are not a cult like The Order. We are scientists. Visionaries."

They were gathered around a figure half-buried under a collapsed beam and a mound of shattered concrete. It was Zero. He was on his back, one arm twisted at a sickening angle. His tactical vest was scorched black and torn, revealing angry, blistering burns beneath. But it was his face that stopped me cold. His skin was pale, almost gray, and a trail of blood trickled from his hairline down his temple. His eyes were closed. For a terrifying second, I thought he was gone. The bond was a dull, throbbing ache in my chest, muted and distant.

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.