Zygarde Novels & Stories

“ You might want to follow her on your way out, “ I badgered I guess I looked threatening enough for them to not say anything. That JJ guy was getting on my last nerve. I’d never had someone so young seriously threaten me. It wasn’t really a serious threat since, I could tell by his actions, he was very weak and self-doubting. The weakness came from self-doubt and he had a lot of it. I’d been alive for a while and I could tell when someone had lost themselves and used anger as a front. “ You mind clearing this out, Parker? “ I commanded

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

James greeted the elderly men respectfully. Lothar pointed at a chair near their table. “Come. Have a seat.” James walked toward the pair and took a seat. “James, I have something to ask you about.” Lothar fixed his gaze on James. “Oh? What is it about?” James met Lotharʼs eyes. Lothar asked, “What is your relationship with Yardos Xagorari, who originates from Mount Blithe in the Welkin District? How come you have the knowledge of the Blithe Omniscience, which Yardos has never shared with anyone else?”

I am loving the confidence in my voice, sixteen year old me would be impressed. "Oh, yes." Mr. Carmello clears his throat. "We have to get the stakes and vervain ready. Our bite can kill these vampires but we still have to be armed, we'll end this tonight. We'll destroy the people that killed my son and with a grey wolf by our side." Mr. Carmello looks at me and grins. "we're sure to win?" Everyone begins to clap and cheer. "alright let's get ourselves ready." They all make move. But that old man is still looking at my mother distastefully. What's his deal? "Don't pay any attention to Gustavo. He's an old man who still lives in medieval times."

However, the sense of dread that had momentarily overwhelmed me refused to dissipate entirely. Savia, unwilling to let Zyaire escape so easily, swiftly removed one of her heavy wedge shoes and hurled it directly at his head. Zyaire cried out in pain as the projectile struck its mark, causing him to collapse to the floor in a heap, just as someone entered the shop, bearing witness to the unfolding chaos.

“That’s him.” Victor followed her gaze, his expression darkening as he watched the figure from the garden enter the lower levels of the estate. “He’s heading for the west wing,” one of the guards said, his voice urgent. Victor straightened; his jaw clenched. “That’s where the records are,” he said. “They’re after the ledger.” Olivia turned to him. “The ledger?” “It contains information on every deal, every ally, every enemy I’ve ever had,” Victor explained. “If it falls into the wrong hands...”

My stomach twisted. “Shit,” I hissed under my breath. If I entered the wrong code, the system would trigger a silent alarm. I stood before the middle one, its edges faintly glowing violet. If my father truly registered it under my name, then maybe my birthday? But the panel only accepted four digits. I frowned. My father had always hidden meanings in things, codes, patterns. I remembered how he’d once turned my name into numbers when teaching me ciphers. ZARA is 26.1.18.1.

The manila folder sitting on Ezekiel’s desk might have looked thin, but what was inside was substantial. He found himself staring at a high-res photo fixed to the first page. Vespera Nightingale. The woman in that picture had a sharp, alert gaze that felt completely unfamiliar.

The room suddenly felt colder. One assistant stepped backward unconsciously. “No…” Zaria's expression changed for the first time that night in disbelief. Slowly, she stepped closer to the screen. Her eyes locked onto the silver symbol. “No…” she repeated quietly. One of the older analysts looked again. Then his face lost all color. “Miss Blake…” His voice trembled. “That emblem…” He looked at Zaria. Then at the screen. Then back at her. “that belongs to the Phantom Circuit.”

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