Zero Samus Novels & Stories

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

Now it was just us. The Interruption A sharp sound cut through the silence. Static. Distortion. Annoying. Intrusive. “What is that?” I snapped. Then— A voice. Clear. Calm. Everywhere. Sam “Queen Bella.” I stood slowly. “My name is Sam.” “I do not typically access systems without authorization…” A pause. “But this is necessary.” I glanced at John. He didn’t look surprised. That bothered me. “United States military preparations are underway,” Sam continued.

A deep, subsonic hum echoed through the walls—the same hum they had heard in the Harvest Room. "He’s here," Sybilla whispered, her face turning pale. "The Primordial has found the Zero Point." Suddenly, the viewing port shattered. It didn't break inward from the pressure of the ocean. It dissolved into a thousand shards of black glass. A figure stepped through the vacuum—a man dressed in the matte-black armor of the Firstborn, but his eyes weren't violet. They were gray. The flat, matte gray of Silas Vane. Silas didn't use a weapon. He raised his hand, and the "Frequency" between Dante and Ivy was suddenly hijacked.

He reached up to his chest and unclipped a small, silver military ID tag dangling from his neck collar. In sharp, black engraved letters, the steel tag read: SUBJECT ZERO-ONE. "Hello, brother," Subject Zero-One said, his voice deep, smooth, and identical to Noah’s own. "I've been waiting twenty years to take my real place." Before Noah could say a single word, Zero-One reached into his tactical holster and pulled out a sleek, dark grey remote control–a device completely different from Vance's broken tablet. He didn't point it at the clones. He pointed it straight at the motorboat in the water where Sarah, Clara, and the rest of Noah's family were standing.

At its center was a transparent structure. Inside was nothing. No body. No machine. Just light. A voice filled the room. MEMORY ARCHIVE ACTIVE. Zero-D began crying. The light immediately changed. NEW GENERATION DETECTED. Seraphina held her tighter. The voice continued. SUBJECT ZERO-D — NATURAL BIRTH. Alina whispered, “That’s what they feared.” The system displayed another message. NO PROGRAMMING DETECTED. NO ARTIFICIAL MEMORY DETECTED. NO CONTROL SEQUENCE DETECTED.

A Rank 3 Zombie was a trivial issue to Lucas. Lucas raised his finger and unleashed his Solar Finger. Consequently, the zombie lost its ability to fight back.

“Pathetic!” Zephyr laughed as he watched Samson Leed look back at him with a wide-eyed stare. Zephyr was way stronger than Samson ever could be, he had made sure of that. He proceeded to loot the bodies, thus gaining a total amount of 80,000 points thereafter. Zephyr was shocked. “Samson was good, I guess. Most could only get 10,000, yet here he was with eighty!” Although Zephyr had way more points, he still kept Samson’s. Apart from points, Zephyr also kept some tools and skills from them.

A promise of protection. “What do we have here, some assholes trying to get their way on a weakling prey huh?” Zero’s voice was like ice, calm yet threatening, carrying the weight of authority. The Gammas laughed at first, the sound dark and mocking. “And who are you to stop us?” the second Gamma spat. “Well, I’m very much used to be addressed as nobody. But for now, I feel like acting as someone who will end you if you don’t listen,” Zero replied, his voice low but deadly.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Zero immediately ended the video call without waiting for Zeva's response. "Zerooo... don't run away! How could you suddenly cosplay as a teacher, giving me homework and all," grumbled Zeva.