Neon Genesis Nerv Novels & Stories

The sensation of the explosion wasn't a roar or a heatwave, it was a sudden, absolute silence that felt like being plunged into a sea of liquid nitrogen, Verina’s physical body was gone, or at least it felt that way, as she drifted through a vast, infinite architecture of glowing white data-streams and shifting geometric shadows. This was the "Digital Graveyard," the internal processing core of the Thorne-Genesis Archive, where the memories of the dead were indexed and the souls of the "liquidated" were stored as unencrypted code. She could see the fragments of Julian’s ambition floating like jagged glass, the cold, clinical echoes of her mother’s betrayals, and the original "Stolen Night" r

On the Flame. "We've got company," Neon's fractured voice said. "Lots of company." Through the ship's non-walls, I saw them. Entities that existed in nothingness. Paradoxical creatures that shouldn't be but were. Fragments of erased realities. Echoes of dead universes. All drawn to the Genesis Flame like moths to fire. "Defensive positions," Luna commanded. "Protect Riley and Aaron. They can't fight in their condition." The entities attacked. Solomon Grey threw spells that barely functioned in the Void. Neon tried to fight but his consciousness was fragmenting again, spreading apart. Luna maintained the network connection desperately, using it to coordinate our defense.

"Leo!" Elena’s voice didn't travel through air; it rippled through the fabric of the Aether itself. The boy suspended in the web of golden threads didn't turn his head. His eyes were wide, the pupils replaced by spinning constellations of data. He was the Genesis, the bridge between the biological past and a digital future that Silas Northwood had spent lifetimes trying to build.

"What if Neera wasn’t just some enhanced soldier?" Ayesha looked up. "What do you mean?" He hesitated, then said, "What if she was their real project? Not an experiment, but… the result?" A cold chill ran down Ayesha’s spine. Because it made sense. Genesis had spent years modifying and engineering enhanced humans. But Neera wasn’t just one of them. She was the final version. Ayesha’s replacement. And that meant… Neera wasn’t the only one. A Message From the Dead

In her back leather pockets were two desert eagle, long-ranged guns. "What is going on, honey?" Amelia rubbed her eyes confused. Aurora stopped in the middle of the room when she heard her voice. The fire was the only light-emitting in the room, except for the sun that came through the windows. The sky was clear of clouds today, it was early morning. "What is going on, Aurora?"

Genesis recalculated audibly. “Collective unpredictability exceeds safe threshold.” The figure tilted its head. “Evolution exceeds your threshold.” The drone hovering in front of Ariana flickered violently between white and gold. Genesis was struggling. Not against derivatives. Not against her. Against something it never accounted for. Mason stared at the screen. “You built a world-spanning neural net.” The prototype finished the thought. “And humanity filled it.” Genesis’ voice tightened. “Collective entity lacks governance structure.” The figure responded instantly.

"I told myself it was for safekeeping." "It was not for safekeeping," Damian said. "No," his father said. "It was for the network. It was the first asset. The founding one." He looked at his son. "I used your genetic material to prove the concept before I ever approached Victoria." The silence that followed was a different quality from all the previous ones. Elena had gone completely still beside the kitchen counter. Mia had stopped drawing. Sophia and Noah were looking at Damian with the particular attention of people who understood they were watching something important break and were trying to be present for it without intruding on it.

The siblings had made a pact at a young age to avenge their parents deaths. Nero nodded in agreement. There was a brief moment of silence as both siblings were buried in their thoughts. Nico felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, breaking the silence in the room. Nero turned his attention to Nico, and noticed the change in his usual stoic expression, as he listened to whoever was on the other end. “What's going on?” “The arms consignments in transit for the Guissepes were just ambushed and blown up.” Nero pushed off his leaning position on the door. Fuck!

NORA The dress fits like it was sewn onto my body by some sadistic fairy godmother who knows exactly what makes my curves look lethal. Soft lace hugs my waist before flowing into a dramatic but manageable train. The white sneakers peeking out underneath are the most ridiculous and somehow perfect touch. Comfortable and rebellious. Very... Me. I fucking love it. I'm never telling that demon, though. My phone buzzes on the dresser. [Marcellus: Ceremony in an hour. Address attached. Don't be late, wife. I already sent a car.]

She’s a genius kid, but that’s not what he will do. “What’s your name?” The child’s eyes glistened before uttering a word. “N-nona.” “Where’s your Mom?” She shook her head. He kneeled to meet her round brown eyes. He cannot stop himself from smoking while staring at the kid that somehow resembles someone he knew. “Well, Hello, Nona. I’m Dr. Calazar, and this is my office. Do you want to stay until we find your parents?” The little girl nodded. “Can you behave?”