Eevee Squad Novels & Stories

​In the damp, subterranean quiet of the estate garage, Eve checked her gear with mechanical precision. Around her, the squad moved in silent, rehearsed sync, like extensions of her own will. The black tactical vest sat heavy against her frame—a familiar second skin whose weight grounded her firmly in the brutal reality of the present.

As Mya was being disdained for her naming choice, Ivy walked up to Adrian and said, “Since you want us to have a squad name, you should let us come up with it ourselves. What do you think about Swords and Roses?” Ivy’s suggestion caused a huge stir. Eira smiled as she said, “That’s a nice name. Let’s go with that. What do you think, Legate?” “That’s so cliche… It’s worse than Goddess Squad!” Mya said. “That’s because you have no taste. You women from Wyvern Peak are the ones who are cliche.” Eira glared at Mya, causing the latter to stamp her foot in fury. Naturally, Mya did not pursue the argument any further.

The girl looked into the visor of the Human Base Tech, seeing only emptiness in those eyes. Assessment day has always been Squad Alpha's favorite day. While they were never allowed to give an opinion before, they were asked to help with the challenges. Most of the challenges were normal, like sparing, agility tests, stealth, and target practice. Though a few were a bit more unique. There is a game called Prey-Hunter, lung capacity test, or Aeon's personal favorite and current objective; Wake Up Call.

Ryan sat calmly at his desk while Andrew had his head on his desk, already feeling bored. Gwen and Aiden interviewed them separately. 'So...What's your Squad hero name?' Andrew wrote down on his answer sheet, we don't have one and we don't care to have one. We haven't thought of it yet. Ryan wrote down. We'll be called the Super Demolishers or Elimination! Ethan grinned at the thought. Any one of the two. Suzanne scribbled on her paper, I don't know! 'Who'd be left as a decoy on a mission if you are to part with someone?'

I couldn’t waste any time. I quickly helped Eve onto the cart and covered her with hay until she was completely hidden. From a distance, it was enough to avoid suspicion. Once everything was set, I began pushing the cart toward the reed marshes, taking care to move slowly and cautiously, fearing someone might spot us. Thankfully, it went smoothly. I carefully placed Eve within the reed piles and whispered, “Eve, wait here for me. I’ll go bring the boat over.”

This squad was known as the Dutchman, gaining their name both from the fact that the red-head squad leader went by the name of Davy Jones, and the fact that the squad chased down prey similarly to how its fictional counterpart chased down its own targets to hell and back. While both women fled at their fastest speeds, never once did it cross either's mind to split up and run in different directions. The first reason for this stems from the fact that the other side had more numbers so splitting up would make their situation even worse. The second was the fact that the duo was very close and even the thought of splitting up probably never had the chance to enter their mind. As for the third re

"On Friday, we play the perfect couple. I'll make sure your dad thinks I'm entirely obsessed with you. Nobody touches my team, Eve. And right now, you're on my team." Eve looked from his hand up to his face. There was zero sexual tension between them—she was entirely a lesbian, and he was entirely straight—but in that empty, sweating shooting tunnel, a different kind of bond forged between them. An alliance built on absolute survival. "Okay, Captain," Eve said, a genuine, small smile breaking across her face. "Let's go win a gala."

“So we’re not twins. We’re recreations.” Eve nodded. “You’re C-00. I’m C-04. Project E was built on the ashes of every failed mirror.” Chaewon’s fists trembled. “What about Jian?” Eve tilted her head. “Do you really think they left him untouched?” __FLASHBACK — UNRELEASED VESPER RECORDING__ Yoo Min watches through the glass as a boy—ten years old, eyes too calm—recites military strategy like bedtime stories. “He’s… progressing.”