Elsa Re Zero Novels & Stories

“Ten years ago, we built the prototype Subject E.D.-001. Her genetic memory retention was unlike anything we’d seen. You called her ‘Elara.’ The world called her dead. But she was never meant to die — only to begin again.” I shook my head. “No. She’s Elena Dawson. She’s” “Both,” Vale interrupted. “And now she’s awakening.” Silence. The beeping of the monitors filled the air between us. If what she said was true… if Rebirth had created Elena Elara then my entire second chance had been built on a lie. I remembered her eyes in the firelight, her voice when she said my name. That wasn’t science. That wasn’t programming. That was love. Real, fragile, human.

It seems it was more serious than I thought. “Ohh look at the first arrival, it’s Alpha Lucifer Fernot, the leader of Bulgaria.” Josh said, the excitement evident in his tone. “Do you know Alpha Lucifer, Elsa?” Richard suddenly spoke, breaking his silence for the first time. “Yep, on television.” I replied, winking at him. “That's so hilarious, you guys forget that Elsa has no alpha blood, neither is she related to the alpha or have close ties with them, she just grew up in the capital with her parents.” Oliver said.

"Who the hell are you?" Elodie’s voice rasped, her hand clutching the jagged edge of a control console. Smoke bit at her throat. The woman standing across the burning bridge of the Air-Fortress didn't flinch. She adjusted her stance, a mirror image of Elodie’s own posture. "I’m the version of you that didn't get weak, Elodie. I’m the one they perfected." "Subject Zero," Elodie spat. She wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek. The movement was mirrored perfectly by the thing wearing her face.

The Eighth Bar was the Unmaking. "The Network... cannot... process... this," the possessed Mina stammered, the Seventh’s chorus flickering. The neon-green light in her eyes began to strobe violently. "Error. Logic loop detected. You are destroying the host to save the parasite!" "I’m not saving anything," Elena whispered, her voice a hollow chime. "I’m clearing the slate." The Face-Slap of the Void Elena stepped forward, and the liquid-green static in the air simply vanished wherever she touched it. She was a localized "Zero-Point."

she nodded with a gentle blink although, with that black eye, it looked scary as hell could be. “Elisa’s last breath was on eclipse night, so she doesn’t show up that day. I hope I can connect with Selena and break the chain. But Zaden, you might not like that Selena, the one where both of us are combined…” she giggled. Zaden fall back to her stomach and huffed “ I can wait!!!” he said sarcastically. “Why now? Why after skipping so many generations?” Zaden added. “Alpha, I think you are asking too much information without properly gratifying me,” she said with a growl. Newfound energy recharged and Zaden jumped up, grabbing her hands and pinning them to her side before he devours her beauty,

To grab a panicking, restrained person was to pour gasoline on a fire. "Clara," Elise said. Her voice was a masterpiece of vocal modulation—it was low, incredibly steady, and pitched at a frequency that penetrated the chaotic static of the panic without adding to the alarm. "My name is Dr. Chen. You are in Elysium. You are entirely safe. I am going to unbuckle your wrists now. You are going to feel the leather loosen." Elise moved her hands slowly, keeping them entirely within Clara’s erratic field of vision. With two swift, practiced clicks, the heavy steel buckles gave way.

Naomi sent Andrew a glare, then looked to Elaine, “But for ours.” The locator reached out her hand, and Elaine placed her own into the younger girl's outstretched palm. Naomi closed her eyes, working to concentrate on Elaine. “Now,” The fifteen year old said sternly, “Try concentrating on Benjamen, whom you wish to see most in the world.”

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth.

Burke bellowed, his voice booming, drawing everyone’s attention. Lancelot and Rui subtly stepped back a few paces, maintaining their distance from him. We don’t know this guy! “We’re number 2!” A petite girl wearing a pink hoodie, with fair skin and a delicate face, cheerfully hopped forward, waving a number 2 slip in her hand. Lancelot thought for a moment and recalled some details from the past few days. Elisa, 13 years old, B-level potential, a hybrid esper with physical enhancement and mental manipulation powers. She had been in the training camp for three months and was quite strong.