Zero Samus Novels & Stories

While on training, Kana was always there, training among the father and son. Speaking of father and son. Let us rewind the birth of Niko. REWIND Zero's real name was Rusty Darkenlor. He met a lady by the lake of Basinica. The lady was wearing a white dress and a pink bonnet. Her name was Sasha. As the wind plays her hair. A man stood by afar watching her. Zero was intimiced by her beauty. Zero was wearing a black leather jacket and he was tossing a coin by his thumb back to his palm. He continued as he approached the girl.

She truly believed she was the hero of this story. She turned her cold, dispassionate gaze to my brother. “Subject Zero,” she said, her voice calm and even. “Your first mission. Eliminate the intruders.” Cassian stood up from the pod. He moved with a grace and a speed that was not human. In one fluid motion, he was on the floor, and in the next, he was moving towards me. He did not fight like a man. He fought like a machine, with perfect, deadly efficiency, his face completely devoid of emotion.

It became thicker and darker until Alpha Jones appeared in the smoke. The smoke repealed and Alpha Jones could be seen clearly. He looked dumb with his head downcasted. "Welcome!" Alpha Nolan greeted him mockingly. "Why is he standing there?" Scott shivered on the spot. He was astounded. "Calm down, this is not him. This is just like an image of him. Everything you tell him here will be regarded as an order that he can not refute" Alpha Nolan boasted. "Okay" Scott breathed heavily. "Nemesis" he called Alpha Jones' attention.

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.

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

Tall, pale skin, dark hair and dark eyes that reflected light like polished stone. No emotion, no anger, no curiosity. Just function. It tilted its head slightly when it saw me. Recognition. “Melissa Carter,” it said. Its voice sounded like multiple voices layered together perfectly. Jamal stepped in front of me and the failsafe’s gaze shifted to him. “Interference noted,” it said. Zara raised her weapon “Yeah well note this.” The failsafe looked at the weapon, then at Zara. “Probability of successful harm: zero point zero zero two percent,” it said calmly.

They were still amber, but deep in the center of his pupils, a tiny violet spark remained—a permanent mark of the hybrid pulse. "Did... did we get the sky back?" Nomo croaked, his voice barely audible. "We got everything back, Nomo," Sofia sobbed, pulling him into her arms and burying her face in his neck. "The mirrors are gone. The palace is dust." "The palace is dust, but Subject Zero is in the forest, and the commander is counting the dead," Jax said, his voice grim as he approached them, his sapphire sword now a dull, grey steel.

"You can't survive a direct hit from a deletion protocol of this magnitude!" "I’ve spent my entire life being a ghost in the machine, Sophia," Zero replied, a serene, almost celestial smile touching his lips. his golden eyes met her silver ones with a clarity that transcended the digital abyss. "But a ghost can haunt, and a ghost can explode. I was never meant to survive the system—I was meant to break it."

But she couldn't mourn her camera's ultimate demise as she wasn't even getting herself. A few seconds later, Dina got herself back, holding her head she shook it vigorously to shake off her dizziness, she had always been abnormal anyways in that she had never gotten sick before so she wasn't surprised she hadn't gotten a headache in all this drama. Dina looked around the area she was in, an orange-like space with nothing but her in it... "Hi, welcome to your soul space, since you're extreme yang, instead of the usual yellow for D-rank, you get an orange, I am your system and I am known as Zero-one, a pleasure to be acquainted with you," Zero-one said in a monotone voice.

For the first time since the accident in Arusha, his powers were entirely, fundamentally useless. "You see, Baraka," Nyosi said softly, her voice echoing in the silent command center. "You rely on momentum. You rely on heat, friction, and impact. But Asset Null is the absence of all those things. You are fighting the concept of absolute zero." Null tilted his head, his pitch-black eyes staring blankly at Baraka. The mutant showed no emotion, no malice, no fear. He was a blank slate—a weapon completely lobotomized of its humanity, serving only the Iron Lady.