Nega Eggman Novels & Stories

I nod and Nadia's smile intensifies. “See uncle, Zebrina isn't a child she knows what she wants” Nadia says, her tone radiating with excitement, as she turns towards me, “So Zebrina is it a date?" I open my mouth, planning to excitedly give in, when the TV suddenly catches my attention. It was a breaking news segment scrolls across the screen, and my breath catches. There he was. The most beautiful man I have ever seen, a breathtaking young man dressed in a suit by name Eren Yeager, owner of Yeager group of companies.

' 'Just reach out and you can directly take the eggs, but take it one at a time and eat it at soon as you get it. Phil agreed with En's plan since taking multiple eggs will just alert the spiders that were arranging them. Phil reached out his hand and carefully took one of the eggs. The egg was as large as an emu egg, he felt it was squishy and warm and would sometimes pulsate on his hand. His face distorted utterly disgusted at the sensation he was feeling. 'Eat it quickly or your energy will turn to 0.'

AUTHOR’S POV DIONY EMPIRE Heavy silence reigned in the large hall; everyone on the seat had a worried expression except Nektarios, who had a blank, unreadable face. Despite the ominous feeling in the air, he didn't seem bothered. The empire's blind spiritual leader, mainly referred to as the Spirit Walker, a vampire from the Dominican witch's clan, barely shows herself unless trouble looms. The last time Nektarios had noticed her around the palace was when his father, Atlas, was still alive before tragedy struck them. He wasn't sure what sort of warning she brought now.

The street-fighter from Neo-Tokyo was hyperventilating, his mech’s hands shaking visibly. "Swallow it down, kid," Elias Vance, the disgraced RAF pilot, sneered through the neural link. Surprisingly, Elias’s mech stood perfectly still. The psychic chaos that had gotten him discharged from the military made him uniquely suited to the madness of the Vanguard armor. "If you puke in your helmet, you'll drown before the monster even touches you."

Of course, I wasn’t one even the impression I was giving right now screams every shade of it but he had no fucking rights. I don’t know who this guy thinks he is but I will make sure I wipe off that ego he goes around looking all, I won’t say handsome. But he is, Nyx finally decides to speak up. I hissed. “I am not an omega, wait a sec who are you again? And what exactly is your ass doing here? Or do you have a courtesy for meddling around, if so then I’m sorry to burst your bubble mister if you did all this to impress me or get a thank you, which you are not getting after being insulting—”

Jade asked, already sprinting for the elevator shaft, her wings flaring to life to propel her upward. "To Leo." The Trojan Ego To hit the 150,000-word target, we must now explore the most terrifying concept of the "Update" series: the Ego-Virus. This isn't just code; it’s a digital copy of a personality designed to overwrite a host from the inside out. By the time Jade burst onto the terrace of the Villa, the air was shimmering with a sickly, familiar violet. Aris was on the floor, her scanner shattered, clutching her head in agony.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

If that was her plan then she needed to work hard, because there was no way Nneamaka was going to let Uche slip away from her fingers. “Just helping, but that doesn’t mean I am not hurt. Unless you think I am an alien.” “Strange,” Nneamaka mumbled and stared at the water skin. Has Ejima poisoned the water? She must have done something. There was no way a human being would be this meek and humble, especially when they are trampled upon. Ejima must be planning something evil. “You remain my best friend.” Ejima breathed out. “And I forgive you. It’s still hard to forget, but I forgive you. That’s a start I think.”

My legs buckled, then held. I wasn't a goddess anymore. I was a **Glitch in the Factory**. --- ### The Re-Entry Team Three men in white, sterile hazmat suits burst around the corner of a row of tanks. They weren't holding swords or magic pens. They were holding **Neural Prods**—long, metallic rods that hummed with enough electricity to knock a person back into a coma.

Bastian shouts after flipping upside down to avoid my charge. "The egg is perfect and glows brightly." We're all laughing with their congratulations flying through my head when a burst of magic shakes us. Our merriment abruptly stops. "What was that, Mother?" Cantor asks. I know exactly what and who it is. After thousands of years my uncle has returned. His magic is dark and smothering. "Drakon," I shout, "and he's going after the egg!" I head toward my lair pumping my wings faster than I've ever pumped before.