Zzz Hollow Zero Novels & Stories

The Dark Side of Zenith Prime's Moon. Zero Hour + 3 Hours. The massive, pitch-black hull of The Sovereign silently glided out from the moon’s shadow. The colossal Zero-Point engines were completely muted in the vacuum of space, but the atmosphere inside the bridge was pulled taut as a wire.

“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.” “I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.” “That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.” That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.” He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away. Small miracles. The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains. Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.

The room was getting colder, and Zain felt the need to adjust the temperature of the Air Conditioner. The young guy advanced to his bed, grabbed the AC remote and increased the temperature to twenty six. His room was spacious and large enough to accommodate five times the size of his bed. All furniture were made of expensive wood. The wall was covered in wallpaper of different types of surfboards, ocean and the wave, a huge flat TV screen and a splint AC were perfectly fixed to provide enough luxury and comfort to the owner.

All the lights are still on in the Clubhouse and I can hear Texas and Knight talking somewhere outside. “I could tell you but, I'll kill the surprise,” Zero answers me as we both remove our helmet. His hair falls in his face before he pushes it back with his hands. The sides of his hair is cropped close to his skin and the middle is so long that he could tie it up. “I am helping with the set up, how am I going to be surprised.” “Smartass.” He puts his helmet under his arm and takes my helmet from my hand before his free arm goes around my shoulders and fingers on my left breast.

~BEEB BEEB BEEB ~ ~ZZZZZZZZZZZZ~ The very moment the cube touched the ground, blue electricity flashed in a radius of 4mts followed by a zappy noise, all the pishach in the vicinity of 4mt dissolved like a large scoop in an ice-cream brick, a big hole cropped up in the middle of the swarm.

Sikorra stretched his hands towards her and for a moment she remained stubbornly where she stood , Sikorra regarded her with clever eyes " We have been waiting for you" Zutara frowned at his words but she stepped forward any way and placed her hands on th egg, instantly it began to get hot she stepped back quickly, the King and his captain jumped to their feet as smoke began to fizz out of the egg, it cracked loudly and the room echoed a loud gasp

Each stride of its steps worth nearly three steps of my own. Oh my gods! I’m going to fucking die! Just then, a whistle rang out, and the beasts ground shaking foot falls stopped. I looked over my shoulder. And there was Marcus, his eyes wide, but sword ready. “Hey you, you leave her alone!” Marcus yelled, and the being wailed this howl-like cry that was unlike anything I’d ever heard, sending me right to my knees and causing me to get dizzy. I looked over to Marcus, and he was off kilter as well, as if the scream itself was some sort of weapon, taking us off our feet. Its teeth dripping with thick, bloody drool.