Neon Genesis Evangelion Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Genesis, If I wanted another mate I would've mated her already instead I waited she means NOTHING to me, she knows I'm waiting for my mate but she insists on this. Say the word and I'll have her leave Amoria, I'll banish her if you wish it, heavens Genesis I'd leave this all behind if you ask me to Genesis. 'When I found you it felt like I could breath again, like I'd just been alive instead of living. You make me happy and whole I just beg you Genesis please. Do not leave me." He held on to my hand and I pulled away, I'd never pulled away from him but I couldn't bare to feel his touch, I needed to leave. " Genesis," he hugged me from behind his strong body holding me still I tried to inch

Meeting her eyes, Neon quickly looked away in guilt, recalling what she had done to leave the Council. "I know you're angry at me, but I'm not apologizing for leaving the Council. If given another chance, I'd do it ag—" Neon was saying in defense when Nebra walked up to her and embraced her tightly. "If you had died, I'd have killed you myself," Nebra sniffled, her voice trembling a little. It was one of the rare times she ever showed any kind of emotion, so Neon knew she must've really been on edge the whole time. Neon smiled and hugged her back. “I'm sorry for leaving. I understand now why you didn't want me to come.”

--- “No. That’s not just some random connection.” --- Elena nodded. --- “I know.” --- The realization settled in. --- Heavy. --- Unavoidable. --- This wasn’t coincidence. --- This wasn’t chance. --- This— --- Was evolution. --- Focused. --- Refined. --- Dangerously precise. --- Victor stepped closer to the projection. --- For the first time— --- He didn’t look like he was observing. --- He looked like he was remembering. --- “This is what ReGenesis was meant to create,” he said.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION] [ARC 1 COMPLETE: THE SOUL BOND CONTRACT] [Status: DEVIATED 73% from original plot] [New abilities unlocked] [Relationship established: Cassian Nyx - Romantic Partner, Soul Bond Mate] [WARNING: ARC 2 approaching - "THE BETRAYAL'S SHADOW"] [Major plot convergence point: Spring Festival (30 days)] Through the bond, they both felt it—the story trying to pull them toward a predetermined fate. Toward betrayal, tragedy and pain. But they also felt each other—strong, determined.

That she could completely ignore my commands. “I’m sorry, Evangeline, but this must be done.” With her words I felt a push, and I no longer felt Valen, at least not as I had. His touch felt muted, as if I were encased in the worlds thickest sheet, not skin to skin with the man I loved. I was no longer in control; she had taken it from me. I watched in a mixture of shock and horror as Sapphire extended our K9’s and just as Valen tensed up, his orgasm washing over him, his seed shooting into us, she dipped her head to the spot where his neck met his shoulder and sank our teeth into his neck.

Final. Selene held his gaze for a moment longer. Then nodded slowly. “As you say.” But her eyes said otherwise. And they both knew it. --- The moment she left, the room shifted again. Quieter. Still. Lucien exhaled slowly, his control settling back into place like armor locking over exposed skin. This was unnecessary. All of it. Genesis Walker was an anomaly. Nothing more. A variable that required observation. Understanding. Elimination—if necessary. Simple. Logical. Controlled.

But this time, it wasn’t my little girl’s smile. This smile belonged to something far older. Far colder. “Genesis,” she whispered. “Woke up inside me.” The woman beside Damian—Nyx, or whatever she was now—lurched backward like she’d been struck. “That’s not possible,” Nyx said. “We isolated the fragments—” “You thought you did,” Lina said. “You thought you were in control. But Genesis doesn’t take orders. Genesis evolves.” My heart slammed against my ribs. I didn’t understand this. I couldn’t.

part of the neural bridge—the part that held my memories of art, of Florence, of the soft Tuscan sun—was being pushed into a corner. In its place, something cold and crystalline was rising. Nevan was standing beside me, his hand a vice around my fingers. Through our link, I didn't feel his pain anymore, even though blood was still matted in his hair from the explosion. I felt his hunger. The serum in his blood was singing in harmony with the child in my womb, a terrifying duet of biological aggression. "They’re coming," Nevan whispered. He didn't sound worried. He sounded eager.

It was a "Neural-Genesis-Pulse." "Dominic..." Avery said, her "Frequency" turning a "Vicious-Indigo-White." "The 'Pulse'... it’s 'Asking' for a 'Chapter 182'. We aren't 'Ending' here. We’re 'Starting' the 'Genesis-Standard'." The "Addiction-Standard" is locked. To find out what "New-Universe" the "Thorne-Vane" union will "Generate," the next chapter is a "Causal-Requirement."

“Please, Azazel. Do it for Nevaeh.” Azazel looks at Nevaeh, his eyes hardening with rage when he sees that she is battered and bruised. Jaw tight, he walks around me and leaves the room. As soon as he leaves, I face Lukan, cut my hand, and create a circle in the center of the floor without taking my eyes off him. “Okay, I did what you asked. Now, let Nevaeh go.” Lukan narrows his eyes and pushes Nevaeh toward me. Nevaeh stumbles forward and wraps her arms around my waist. “Mikhail…”