Zzz Hollow Zero Novels & Stories

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.

J cast a spell. "Death zone- Cellious Vizar" instantly a thin red layer visible contrast of light wrapped the enemies and them in a ten meter circumference. Nathaniel smirked seeing their enemies reactions. Gauging by it, they knew too well what kind of barrier E.J did. Simple yet deadly.

"Did Mr. Z reach out to you today?" I went rigid. "No. Who were you drinking with, Brandon?" "Mr. Z himself! Real name’s Jun Hertz. I can’t find a trace of him on the dark web or the official registries, but he’s young and carries himself like he’s backed by a massive treasury. He said he’s been scouting for high-potential tech to disrupt the Kingdom. I laid out our entire kinetic skate-brace project. I’m just waiting to see if he bites."

Sophia’s voice sounded crystalline, vibrating with a metallic reverb. "Signal is... grainy, Sophia," Zero’s voice crackled through a phantom earpiece, sounding like he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "You’re in the Buffer Zone. Lucas hasn't noticed you yet, but his pulse-checks are constant. You need to move toward the central spire. That’s where he’s anchoring the 'Soul-Fragments'."

[Countdown: Two days left.] "Let's start the action! "Mission reminder: Take down the runaway head in the sand city, codenamed 'the Ghost'." I was on edge. I knew one wrong move could mean big trouble. So far, Liam and his team were doing well, deep behind enemy lines. However, out of nowhere, I got this really bad feeling. Zzzt— A sharp electrical noise filled the room, and suddenly, it was pitch black.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

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.

Brightness. It was all that I saw towards the end. Zeus and Lucifer were about to attack each other for the last time, the final strike, the last clash, the moment that would destroy the portals between Heaven and Hell and leave all the souls in one single realm. The second that they began to move towards each other, I let my consciousness return back to my body and my eyes shot wide open. Brightness. It felt like it lasted forever, but it slowly vanished to reveal a blue sky above, not a single cloud in sight. It was silent now, the war was over.

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."

When he climbed up, his stomach dropped. Hundreds of them pressed against the steel fence. These were not the slow, clumsy zombies from before. These were Hollows. Their skin was gray, and their movements were fast and restless. “Open fire!” Josh ordered. The guards raised their weapons—Stingers, the air rifles Natasha had designed. They fired small darts filled with a chemical that weakened the infected instead of killing them. When the darts hit, the effect was almost instant. The creatures slowed, their movements breaking down as the drug spread through them.