Neon Genesis Evangelion Synopsis Novels & Stories

“What?” Evelyn took one slow, deliberate step closer, her boots squelching in the mud. “Selene wasn’t a victim of the facility, Ava. She wasn't an accident.” The black veins beneath Ava’s skin pulsed violently, a sharp, physical pain lancing up her arms. “Don’t lie to me. Stop it!” But Evelyn kept talking, her voice steady and implacable. “Your mother designed the emotional synchronization program herself. She created the genetic and psychological foundation for everything Eden became.”

My Father "yes it is honey, gladly to have a lots of baby dragons" my mom replied calmly -ERUVELLIEL'S CHAMBERS- After breakfast, I came back here at my room and sitting comfortably here at my balcony, I'm about to lay down but I saw eclipsa's pigeon flying towards me and, I quickly get the scroll to read the message "my dear beloved friend", the heck this childness it makes me cringe, this disgust me eclipsa! {chill author-nim's readers it's a joke, well this is how we work our friendship}

System, I'd like to evolve. [DO YOU WISH TO EVOLVE?]

"But the data logs show that the gestation pod was transferred to an offshore black-site in the Indian Ocean three days before we breached Zenith. Human scientists are finishing Manji's work right now." Baraka stared at the chalkboard. The exhaustion of the Overclock faded, replaced by a cold, creeping horror. Malik wanted to rule the world. Tindo wanted to exterminate the mutants. But the ghosts of Zenith were building something that would slaughter them all—a synthetic god designed to reset the board. "They are going to unleash it," Baraka said, his voice a low rumble. "When the war between us and the New Dawn reaches its peak, they will drop Project Genesis on the survivors."

The digital displays lining the walls of Genesis Island’s central command center bathed Elara in a cold, blue light. She stood perfectly still, her eyes tracking the chaotic thermal imaging transmitted via hacked satellite feeds from the Volkov Syndicate’s fortified estate. Beside her, Dante mirrored her stillness, his heavy, warm presence a comforting anchor in the sterile, high-tech room. On the screens, the thermal blooms representing the Syndicate’s high command were systematically winking out, one by one. Her genetically targeted mutation—a brilliant, horrifying synthesis of biological warfare and cellular reprogramming—was executing its final protocol with ruthless efficiency.

He sighed. "Another difficult case I suppose," Penelope said. "Yeah, it gets complicated each passing day, a convict escaped from prison. I don't know why but I feel like all these are connected somehow," Alex said. Nora gasped. Her heart raced in her chest. She decided to control her heartbeats before someone realizes she was there. She walked to her room taking slow strides. She gently opened the door and walked in. She slumped to the bed. Staring at the ceiling blankly, she felt numb.

Alpha Jones smiled subtly. "I think you need to wake up from your daydream. We have lost. Nolan has won. The Nemesis has caught up with us" David stressed out. "We are the Nemesis" Alpha Jones pointed out. "The Nemesis does not sit in the cell of his own Manor with his beta" he retorted. "Do you hear that?" he held one of his ears for attentiveness. "What?" Alpha Jones also paid attention. There were sounds of footsteps all over the Manor. "They have returned from evacuation to a new Alpha" David related.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

Meanwhile, Xayvion was in a miserable state under the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell. As the bells continued to resound, his Genesis was drained rapidly. He was initially at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Fifth Tribulation but gradually kept dropping until he was at the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank. However, it was not over yet. The bell chimes lasted for a long time. James finally stopped ringing the bell and slowly opened his eyes after he felt the Genesis he had been absorbing had weakened significantly. Immediately afterward, a frightening red light flashed in his eyes, and a Genesis Divine Light emitted from his body.

Hope screamed. Not fear. Recognition. The girl who looked like her smiled wider. "You remember me now. Good. I was worried the memory wipe worked too well." "What is this?" Nickey pulled Hope behind him. "Who is she?" "I'm the first draft," the girl said. "Hope One. The original. Before your precious daughter became the perfected version. Before they gave her to you and made you believe she was special." His father stepped forward. "Her name is Genesis. She's seven years old. Been in stasis for two years because she was too powerful to control. Too violent. Too aware. But now that Hope's burned out, we need Genesis back online."