Zzz Hollow Zero Novels & Stories

It had no effect on ordinary individuals and was exclusively effective on those at the pinnacle of power. According to research, level-nine powerhouses possessed unique traits in their bodies, including a mysterious force known as “Zero.” The Zero Potion was a potent drug specifically designed to target this Zero force within level-nine powerhouses. However, Falconia later developed the Zero Toxin, a poison that utilizes fragments of Zero to target level-nine powerhouses. It became feared among warriors for its ability to drastically stimulate one’s aura, leading to severe illnesses, death, or even transforming individuals into monstrous beings. [Which level of Zero are we talking about?] Ed

"CATEGORY ZERO APPLIES ONLY TO THE FOUNDATIONAL SUBSTRATE." "I am the foundational silence. Without me, the choir is just noise." The Auditor paused. Its spectacles cycled through seventeen calculation modes. "CATEGORY ZERO-POINT-FIVE. DESIGNATION: FOUNDATIONAL INTERVAL. CLASSIFICATION: ESSENTIAL BUT EASILY OVERLOOKED." "Story of my life," the Hollowsmith murmured. The compass settled into true north with the absolute, final, complete warmth of a device that had found the last piece of a puzzle it had been solving since the moment of its creation.

We have to run the company while hunting down the remaining splinter cells of Evelyn’s network. And we have to figure out what to do with Zero, I added. As if on cue, the door to the study opened. Zero stood there. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. She looked like a college student, if not for the unnerving stillness of her posture. "Elias," she said. "What is it, Zero?" "I am hungry again," she said. "And... I hear a hum." "A hum?" "In my head. Like a radio frequency. It is faint. But it is there."

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

“That’s the only place she bleeds.” Matteo cleared his throat, holding out a small device, a tablet cracked down the middle. “There’s more, Don. We intercepted a transmission out of Zurich. Your name’s been scrubbed from all seven offshore accounts. Everything, properties, trust funds, shell companies and now ownership is listed under Z.M. Holdings.” Raven’s stomach dropped. “Zane Morreau.” Jaxon’s silence was confirmation enough. Matteo hesitated. “He’s liquidating assets, too. Moving them into weapons shipments, tech stocks, even...”

Be careful what you wish for, I guess. The next song was ‘This is what you came for’ by Calvin Harris and Rhianna, the lyrics reminded me of the shock of electricity I felt every time Damien would touch me. I never understood it, it wasn’t a shock like static electricity, but more like adrenaline pumping through my veins all through my body. I looked at my bare hands at the thought, I wonder if he felt it too. I skipped the rest of the song, leading into ‘In the Name of Love’ by Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha – it was also quite appropriate for my situation.

The "Dead-Zone" of the East was not a place of silence; it was a place of Acoustic Paradox. As Killian and the Shadow-Vanguard breached the five-mile perimeter of the Core-Shard's crash site, the sound of the Tundra wind didn't fade—it shattered. One moment, the air was a screaming white-out of frozen mercury; the next, it was a pressurized vacuum where the only sound was the rhythmic, metallic thud of their own heartbeats echoing against the invisible walls of the "Logic-Faults."

He was immovable. "Mommy, the stones are singing," Caleb whispered. His voice wasn't childish anymore. It was ancient. "They’re so hungry. They’ve been hungry for a hundred years." One of the Hollowed leaped from the wall. Zack intercepted it mid-air, his jaws snapping shut on the creature's throat, but as it scattered into mist, two more latched onto his wounded side. Zack let out a pained roar, collapsing. "Zack!" I screamed. "Colin, the lighter!" I barked.

But the habit of caring about him hadn’t faded yet. “Almost there,” Fen said. “You keep saying that.” “I keep meaning it.” Then the trees opened up, and I stopped. The Hollow wasn’t what I expected. I’d pictured something gloomy, like the rest of the Growth, full of rot, murk, and things with strange eyes. But this was different. The trees here were old, older than anything I’d seen, with trunks as wide as houses and roots rising from the ground in arches tall enough to walk under. In the center was a pool, still and black, perfectly round, as if someone had pressed a coin into the earth. The air shivered with a faint hum, so low I felt it more than heard it, vibrating somewhere in my bones.