Zero X Kaname Novels & Stories

Serves you right, girl. The man wiped his lips using his thumb and smiled at me. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was now wrinkled, and a few buttons were opened revealing his chiseled chest. His lips were red from the smooching. His hair was all messed up, but he still looked hella fine. He looked flirtatious too. Maybe even worse than Rico here. His dark eyes bore towards me, “Hi there, miss. My name is Zero. May I know yours?” He extended his hand, and now I just noticed that he had tattoos on his fingers up to his arms. The man knows he’s sexy, and that’s dangerous.

“ he is…Vampire King…Gualterio Corentine. ” Zero’s father. I lift my head to look at him closely. He looks back at me, his black eyes catching my attention. He doesn’t look much older than thirty…then again…he is a Vampire…and well, I have never encountered a higher-ranked Vampire in my whole life. They are cold and can send chills down your spine with a single glance. What’s unsettling is that…there is no way to find out what his power is. He can be reading my mind right now, for all I know.

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.

“How… did you know about Ground-Scrincan…” “If you had come a day earlier, you might have actually been able to kill me with your sword,” Kayson said indifferently. There was indignation in Ghoul Sword’s gaze as he asked, “What’s the name of your last move?” “Novem Lightning Zero Impact, which is triggered by lightning energy. I’m at the sixth stage now, so the lightning energy will erupt six times continuously within your body.” “No wonder… My tendons were destroyed within an instant and my inner energy vanished.”

I blinked at him, waiting for him to continue. “None of this is on you, Keira. From the first day I met you when we were little, you were a fierce warrior. Tough, unbreakable, and determined. Some things may have changed that you weren’t expecting, but you’re going to get through this because if there’s someone in this world that can turn something bad into something great then it’s you, Keira Akari. Your name literally means the bright light in the dark. Don’t ever forget that.” Zane gives me a heartwarming smile before squeezing my shoulder for a millisecond. “I’ll let you eat. I’ll be downstairs, but you know where to find me if you need a friend.” He points to his head, specifying our mi

His gaze fixated on the young man—Echo Zero Estarossa, the prince of the northern land, and one of his students. Echo moves like a flash in the wind and his fast speed gives him more advantage. In just a second, he killed a lot of goblins using his gigantic sword that a famous giant blacksmith made only for him. Xandra stared at Echo and smiled. “Not bad, Echo.” Xandra uttered when Echo stopped to greet her. “My Lady, you know me?” Echo asked while his eyes sparkled.

He hissed at the newcomer. Oh so she was Hanabi, I looked at the newcomer who was a woman in her mid-20s with the height of what seemed to be 5'8" who had long wavy hair that reaches her hip with grey eyes and milky skin, she wore a shoulder blouse, black pencil skirt, and black stilettos. The woman who was known as Hanabi grinned at Zero; the latter rolled his eyes at her. "What do you want? Don't you see I'm quite busy at the moment?"

Kane felt it—like all his blood had drained, leaving his body cold when their gazes met. It was as if those eyes were dead. Lifeless. Emotionless. And then, the man spoke. “King Kairos Marchetti.” That man—King—introduced himself and extended a hand for a handshake. Instead of taking it, Kane blinked, momentarily stunned, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. King smiled—a playful curve on his lips—before returning to his stoic demeanor. Kane’s blood boiled even more, but he remained calm. Regaining his composure, he extended his hand, mirroring King’s action—smiling, then turning stoic once again.

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

He prepared everything; he even instructed Dillon and Lilac to take care of everything. A victory party will happen, but it’s a proposal behind the scenes—the grand proposal of the ruthless alpha king. Drake sat on the couch playing with his son, Zeus Calvin. His son inherited his eyes; even the mold of his facial features resembled him. His son was totally like him when he was still a kid. Zeus gets his mother’s lips; soft, red rose lips, and even her mother’s hair color. “Hey, where’s everyone?” Emily asks Drake who was playing with her son, Zeus.