Evangelion 9 Novels & Stories

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

They were past that. This wasn’t a debate. It was a countdown. Inside the Geneva vault, the girl opened a folder labeled: SUBJECT 09 – DEV NOTES – G.HART PERSONAL It wasn’t technical. It was a journal. Gabriel’s voice in typed form. Cold. Distant. Obsessive. “The others lacked polish. Ava had strength but not obedience. Rowen had will but no balance. Subject 09 is different. She does not rebel. She adapts. She is not Ava’s rival.

"We are going to turn Tokyo into a blackout." (End of Chapter 92)

Omega’s voice softened unexpectedly. “You deserve the truth.” Ethan moved between us. “No.” Omega laughed. The sound was hollow. Sad. “Still protecting her.” Ethan’s expression darkened. “She doesn’t need this.” “She needs reality.” A painful silence followed. Then Omega looked directly at me again. “The real Subject Nine died.” My knees nearly gave out. The tunnel spun around me. The real Subject Nine died. The real Subject Nine died. The words repeated over and over in my head. Like a broken record.

He looked hollow. Because even as Ivy started stabilizing the comms, even as the storm outside cleared, even as the engine roared steady again The warning on Ivy’s screen returned. REPLICATION DETECTED. REMOTE NODE: ACTIVE. LOCATION: UNKNOWN. Alessio stepped forward. “What the hell does that mean?” Ivy stared in horror. “She backed herself up.” Noa’s voice dropped. “Where?” Ivy didn’t look up. Because another message had appeared. WELCOME TO PHASE NINE.

I stopped in front of the first one. A girl. No older than ten. My eyes. But softer. Unaware. Unbroken. Lucien whispered, “Can they be saved?” “I don’t know.” “Will they be like you?” “No,” I said. “They’ll be better.” We found the control room buried deep below. Monitors blinked. Life signs stable. Neural connections active. And in the center—an AI construct shaped like a woman. My mother’s voice. The Architect. “If you’re seeing this, IV-9, then you made the wrong choice.”

Not just from the wounds, but from the sheer weight of betrayal. She closed her eyes, expecting oblivion. But then— A pull. A strange, almost celestial force tugging at her soul. The darkness gave way to a sea of stars, the moon glowing impossibly bright. Golden tendrils wrapped around her lifeless body, warmth spreading through her cold limbs. The last thing she felt was a deep, soothing hum, like the universe itself was whispering a secret meant only for her. And then—nothing. Seraphina gasped, jolting upright in bed.

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It’s amazing how he can make it look real when, in reality, I am in New York, under his club named Aurora. “What’s that? Wanna say something?” On another screen, Rylee, Cali’s assistant, is rounding a metal chair where Egor, Zakharov’s second in command, sits in a rather compromised situation. Her voice, teasing and menacing, whilst she flashed him a sweet smile. His fingernails detached from his body, a hole present on all joints… a gruesome sight that will surely push me on a liquid diet for weeks.

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.