Zero Samus Novels & Stories

I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride. As I passed Jasper, he reached out and caught my hand, his voice barely holding together. "Te... Tessa." I turned and smiled, letting it reach my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Wynn. My name is Diana." My bodyguards pulled him aside before he could say another word. I took the seat at the head of the conference table, and Jasper eventually sank into the chair across from me, looking as though the ground had caved in from under him. He stared at me for the entire meeting without looking away once, as if he could see through me if he tried hard enough. Even after the me

And a smile that looked heartbreakingly familiar. She looked like Hope. She looked like Ava. She looked like Emma. Yet somehow— She looked like none of them. The girl stepped through the doorway. The entire ORIGIN system immediately responded. Every light brightened. Every screen activated. Every shattered pod stopped moving. Reality itself seemed to pause. As if recognizing authority. The girl looked directly at Emma. And smiled. "Hello, Mother." Emma's knees nearly gave out. The Whole Emma lowered her head. Replacement. Genesis Zero.

Jack said, sliding to Susan’s cover, body between her and the world. Her eyes found him under the lenses. Judgment. Hope. Refusal to cry. “Jack McCormack. ASIO,” he said, offering a hand that looked too calm to be lying. “We’re getting you out.” “Who are they?” she whispered. “People who care a lot about what you know,” he said. “Move.” He pushed her toward Sonja’s orbit. Sonja put one hand on the small of Susan’s back, the other up in a stop sign that meant, Do not be brave without permission. The world around them was a dropped tray of lives, clattering.

This was Sector 7—the primary water-filtration plant located on the coastal edge of the New Dar es Salaam mega-structure. "Squad Zero, comms check," Ren ordered, his voice echoing with the cold, metallic modulation of his virtual tactical helmet. "Tank, online and ready to farm," Leo’s booming voice replied. Down on the ground floor, Leo’s massive, matte-black Juggernaut armor materialized from a cluster of blue loading pixels. He unslung his rotary heavy machine gun, the weapon giving off a low, predatory hum.

“Once you see him for yourself, you’ll understand. He’s powerful enough to end you in seconds.” Mac scoffed. “Sounds like a delusion to me.” Zane’s lips twisted into a grin. “Come now.” His voice dropped to a hiss. “Let the games begin.” He raised his hand. Energy crackled around him. “Fight me.”

The little boy walked beside his mom, not missing a beat as he used his machine gun to kill a woman zombie that was creeping toward him down a hallway. Jenatrix left the waiting room, and she stood on the showroom floor watching as the serviceman walked out of the car dealership, holding hands with Amy and her son, who were both her targets. Jenatrix’s job was to follow Amy and Omar and alert two armed men about their every move. The young woman wasn’t human, and she disguised herself using the appearance of a woman she killed hours ago. The woman Jenatrix killed was a 35-year-old suburban mom who never showed up to her daughter's soccer practice.

To her surprise everywhere was full of Zombies. ************************************* When Jane and Johnson got to the biggest deport in east red marker was used to draw multiplication symbol on the entrance. Jane reversed and look at it very well and face Johnson. both look confused Jane continue driving. *DC* Zombies has full DC and has killed everyone except a three-years old boy that was locked in the bathroom by his mother. -------------------------- Jane and Johnson got to Luis' house. His door was locked with a key not known or found. Jane did not want to attract the zombies so she broke the window glass.

Naelle slid behind a console, breathing heavily, eyes wide. And in the center of it all stood the Omega. Changed. Not just in power—but in presence. His skin shimmered like starlight, faintly translucent under a lattice of glowing veins. His hair, once silver, now floated around his face like white fire. His eyes had gone completely violet—no whites, no pupils—only a glow so intense it burned to look at. “Subject V-Zero-One,” Lazarus whispered in awe. “Perfected.” “You monster,” Soo-ah growled, rising to his feet.

Frost clung to the glass. A figure inside. Human. Small. Damien stepped forward, heart slowing. It was a boy. No older than Asher. But different. Older in some indefinable way. More… finished. Aurora came beside him. “Is that…” “Subject Zero,” Null confirmed, voice hushed. “The prototype. The first viable cross-gene subject. Damien’s genetic template. Not a clone. Not like Daemon. He’s… earlier. Purer.” Damien approached the pod.

“Okay, we’ll go there. I will just get my things and Zeus.” Dillon just nodded his head and carried Zeus. He played with the alpha’s son when Emily walked toward them with a small smile. “Let’s go, Dillon. Leia was waiting for me in the forest,” she informed me. They started to run as fast as they could until they reached the forest. Leia was howling when she saw the alpha’s son. Leia was happy to see Zeus finally and talked to Emily in her mind. ‘Oh, I told you, Emily, he will resemble his father,’ Leia giggled.