Neon Genesis Nerv Novels & Stories

Aire, standing in her father’s doorway earlier that day. Close. Too close. Nia’s stomach twisted. Across town, Marcus poured himself a drink and didn’t touch it. Because discipline was cracking. And love—wrong, forbidden love—was demanding to be seen.

Thinking about that still made me angry. Being divorced out of the blues had given me a sense of clear purpose and direction that I had abandoned once before. It wasn't long that I began to work on a project. The project was a branch under the neural program called 'the Neuro Genesis Protocol.' It was a research on the regeneration of brain matter, making a brain while again. In all its ramifications, it was by no means a small project. It took a lot out of me to do it. But what it needed most was capital... I needed a huge amount of money to do it.

Lady Nerida hurriedly spoke, “Before we left her, I used my blood to write a name on her forehead. Her name is Lena, my only daughter. I never gave birth afterward.” Sir Smith and I exchanged eye contact, and I sighed inwardly. “Lady Nerida, what sign brought you here?” “In our tribe, each individual awakens their wolf side at the age of ten, but as a rare species, a prophecy had arrived before I even gave birth to her that she would be different and would awaken her wolf side earlier. Moreover, it will be more painful. Whenever one of our people awakens, there's an instinctive signal that is sent to the rest of us. The person might not even know it, but the rest of us would.” Sir Malik repl

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."

It was the sound of a lung collapsing, of a heart being pushed past the point of no return. "Nevan," I choked out. I dived into the link, ignoring the servers, ignoring the Heir’s protests. I searched for the Shield, for my anchor, and what I found was a vision of absolute horror. Nevan wasn't fighting anymore. He was pinned against a white-tiled wall in the corridor three levels above. He was surrounded by the "Next Gen"—four Shields who looked like him but lacked the scars, the age, and the soul. They weren't using blades. They were using specialized neural-shackles, heavy collars of glowing blue energy that were feeding a massive, localized EMP directly into his brain.

We descended through the rusted stairwells, our flashlights cutting pale beams through the dark. The deeper we went, the louder the hum became—a vibration under the metal, rhythmic, alive. At the lowest level, we found it. A chamber filled with glass pods, half cracked, half intact. The Genesis symbol—my symbol—still glowed faintly on the wall. Lena turned to me slowly. “You built this.” I couldn’t deny it. “This was the first relay. We used it to transmit neural data to the upper network. It’s how we reached the Source.”

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.

Thank you again everyone for giving My Alpha's Genesis a chance! Stay safe and see you on the flipside! Cheers! XoXo

TIME: DAY 19 OF EXILE, 13:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 6 - THE NEON SQUARE. STATUS: RESPITE. The Neon Square was designed to be a monument to corporate invincibility. It was an expanse of flawless white marble and polished chrome, larger than four city blocks, bordered by high-end luxury boutiques and manicured, synthetic botanical gardens. Now, it looked like the staging ground for the apocalypse.