Novel & Cerita Neon Genesis Evangelion Fanfic

The realization hit her like a physical blow to the chest. "They aren't trying to cause a riot," Evangeline whispered, her voice cold with horror. "Haxon isn't interested in a feral world. He’s found the 'Genesis Frequency' - the inverse of the Song of the Hollow Court." She expanded the hologram, showing a series of jagged, black spikes emerging from the city's landmarks. These weren't just broadcast towers; they were Aetheric Siphons.

My body wanted something, and I knew what it wanted; it was to complete our bond. "I want you," I moaned, digging my nails into the sheet, arching my back and pushing my chest up. "I want you," I cried, and he pulled me up, still ramming into me. "My Scarlett, my mate," he said. His teeth elongated, and his eyes were pure black. Neo had taken over.

She found the chapter on ancient pacts and rituals she was looking for by skimming the table of contents and tracing the titles with her finger. As she read her expression hardened. As the reality hit her, her face was marked with anger and a deep heartbreaking grief. The words shattered her as she discovered the truth. Every ritual and sacrifice mentioned in the text showed the extent to which Vulcan went to acquire power. And she was his sacrifice, he used her to gain more control. After returning from a room, Ethan discovered a small neat bedroom. Then he came out. “Everything appears comfortable here and…” He stopped. The rest of his words trailed off when he saw the expression on Selene

Like something had crawled out and skittered into the main intake vents. Anji stepped into the center of the room. The static he’d been fighting all day peaked here, a screeching crescendo that forced him to his knees. He gripped his head, his vision turning to jagged slices of red light. Through the blur, he saw a flickering projection against the far wall—the terminal logs, left running since Sutherland’s demise. Gen-Zero Experiment: Neural Syphon. Target: Sustenance via consciousness transfer. Current Host Status: Parasitic.

He asks, clearly not shutting the fuck up as I try to hear whatever dad joke Kaito Matsumo, the royal fae adviser cooked up this time to use as a pick-up line on my fucking mate. Kill. Kill. Kill. My demonic side whispers when she giggles, the sweet sound aimed at the green-haired, ear pointed fucker. "Yes," I clench my jaw and tighten my fists. "She's gorgeous," Cas hums running his eyes running over her delicious ass. "Feeling suicidal today, are we?" I grip his shoulder and dig my fingers enough to make him wince. I fight the urge to band my arms around her and pull a damn cloak over her. For the sake of my slipping sanity.

"She's lying. I remember now. She's not older. We were twins. Created simultaneously. But she failed the empathy tests. Killed her handlers. They were going to terminate her. I begged them not to. They put her in stasis instead." "You saved me," Genesis agreed. "How kind. How foolish. Because now I'm awake and you're powerless. How does that feel, sister? Being ordinary while I remain extraordinary?" Trina moved protectively in front of both girls. "Nobody's touching either of them." "Noble. Stupid. But noble." Genesis tilted her head. "You're the spy who fell in love with her target. The woman who can't decide if she's hero or villain. I can see your thoughts. Every lie you've told yourself

“Ari, hold on! We’re coming!” Eva yanked him, pulling his body against hers, her Resonance guiding them toward one thin, desperate thread in the chaos; the faint pulse of Earth. The Architects wailed as their reality caved in, their voices twisted with fury and disbelief. “You dare choose defiance over order? You dare abandon eternity for weakness?” Eva’s eyes blazed. “We dare choose love.” The Nexus gave one final, thunderous crack, and they jumped. They hurled themselves into the maelstrom, hands locked, their bodies ripped apart and held together by nothing but the gravity of their bond. Light swallowed them whole, sound vanished, and the world broke into silence.

"It's too late for me now… but not for you." "What?" Genesis shook my body. "What do you mean?" "If you don't love back, the final step never completes itself. You'll be free. I'm setting you free." "Ethan." Her voice was distant. "Ethan, what's happening?" "Exhausted." I barely got the word past my lips. Something soft hit one of my fangs. And then blood was trickling into my mouth. Memories flashed. "Now it's your turn to dream," Genesis whispered. "Dream of me."

I didn't need to. “Hold your position, Xander,” her voice purred through our encrypted mind-link, echoing with a resonant, godly power that made my wolf bow in pure awe. “I am about to execute a global delete.” I let out a low, terrifying growl, baring my elongated fangs at Vance. "Too late, old man," I rumbled. "Your network just met its root administrator." *** Sereia's POV *** Standing at the heart of the Genesis Forge, unchained and glowing with the blinding solar brilliance of 100% capacity, the entire Citadel layout appeared in my mind like a giant, glowing circuit board.

“A missing piece.” Evelyn shook her head. “That’s impossible.” He finally turned toward her, eyes dark with knowledge she didn’t want to hear. “Evelyn, Genesis wasn’t born from a machine. It was born from human data, neural mapping, psychological imprints, stolen identity frameworks, black-market tech no one was supposed to use.” He exhaled sharply. “I didn’t realize how deep it went.” “What does that mean?” “It means Genesis and everything that followed may have fragments of human personalities in it.” He held her gaze. “Fragments it considers… relatives.”