Evangelion Crossover Novels & Stories

“I’ve… heard of it. In old encrypted Exodus files, buried beneath AI encryption.” Evryn’s heart skipped. “What does it mean?” Ivy hesitated. “Enhanced Variant for Evolutionary Replication. E.V.E.R. was supposed to be the final evolution of synthetic-human design. A hybrid race that could replace both us and the machines.” “And Seraphina wasn’t it?” “She was the trial.” Back in their temporary safehouse in the ruins of Castra City, Ivy connected her portable mainframe and ran an extraction code Evryn had seen her use once before—when unlocking Seraphina’s kill switch.

Evangeline became collateral damage. Soon, Cordelia lay dying alongside the three disciples she had raised. Just then, Eva appeared. As a mortal, her intuition and luck were incredible, allowing her to find her way to Cordelia. In her final moments, Cordelia realized her cultivation methods had never fit the Dark Divine Holy Land. This kind little girl might be heaven's gift—her chance to prove she'd been right all along. Summoning her last strength, she first gave Eva all the aptitude pills she had prepared for Percival, granting her the foundation for cultivation.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Devon replied. “He wasn’t inside me,” Rachel clarified as she stepped toward me, her hands beseeching me. We had been friends once, but the day I found her in bed with my men was the day that friendship died forever. She would have to travel through all nine of Dante’s levels of hell to retrieve it. “He wasn’t inside of you,” I replied sarcastically, my voice dripping in disdain. “You think I believe you. You think I believe any of you?” “THINK, BEATRICE!” Devon yelled at me and I looked at him with surprise. He never yelled, and especially never at me.

Kisa covered her eyes from the sun with her hands and looked up to see the word "Risen" 'Could this be the Risen Enterprise that was mentioned in the contract?' Kisa thought as Shaun walked into the building. Kisa frowned suspiciously and strode up to follow him. It was as if Shaun came here often since the security guard did not stop him at the entrance. He walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the 15th floor. Kisa stared at him and uttered, "Are you and Risen Enterprise..."

The words blurred before my eyes, but the message was clear enough. He knew. He knew what was happening in Crimson. He spoke of the rogues, of the council, of Draven’s shadow hanging over me. He promised—promised—that he was watching, and he would return. Tears burned hot at the corners of my eyes, though I held them back with the strength of an Alpha. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to Ellias. “How?” My voice was low, trembling with something sharper than anger. “How did you get this letter?”

Akira: Come if you dare, i too need releasing some of my steam Hana: Don’t regret it. After saying that her body start changing, there’s a wing unfurled on her back. A pair of jet black raven wing appear. Her body too change to be more tempting to other gender. A sexy Falllen Angel appear in front of me. In her world. She is daughter of the leader of Fallen Angel. Fallen Angel on her world aren’t an Angel that fallen from his grace. But a Race.

CHAPTER-45. GOODBYE! BROOKLYN MONTANO stirred pregnant milk for his wife who is currently enjoying a program on one of the global television stations. Since pregnancy, Kayla has spent more time in bed enjoying television shows. Brook forbade him to work for Christian companies. In exchange, Brook sent trusted people to help Christian manage his business. Coming home from Colmar, Brook was indeed much quieter. Neither Kayla nor Jullian knew that he had shot his sister.

Ethan’s POV Some lines weren’t meant to be crossed. I’d been telling myself that for weeks—like a mantra, like a shield. Ava Reynolds was off-limits. She was Coach’s daughter, the girl with the notebook always poised like a scalpel, the one person who could ruin me without even meaning to. And still, I found myself watching her when I shouldn’t. Still, I caught myself waiting for her voice in the newsroom, waiting for her laughter to slip past my defenses.