Neon Genesis Nerv Novels & Stories

Chapter 6: The Beginning of Torment The evening air swept through the sky, giving a chilly sensation to the pedestrians on the street. The evening was beautiful and sang nothing but the beauty of nature. Few people walked up and down the streets, and cars zoomed to their destinations. Among the cars that drove to their destinations was a black-tinted Benz, the latest released one.

I nodded, which felt weird but got the point across. “Good. That’s very good.” She glanced up at the observation deck. “She’s maintaining consciousness and control. This is significantly better than—” The alarms cut her off. The sound was deafening. Red emergency lights started flashing along the walls, turning everything the color of blood, and I watched everyone’s heads snap toward the exits in perfect unison. “What the hell—” Cain started, already pulling out his radio. Then the main power cut. The chamber plunged into complete darkness for maybe three seconds before the emergency generators kicked in, but those three seconds felt like an eternity. My vision adjusted immediately, everythi

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.

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.

Priyanka had slipped out fifteen minutes ago after briefing me on how Valeria had been sleeping the whole time. I sat in my study, my knee bouncing with a restless, nervous energy as I stared at the digital files spread across my monitors. The Vorthas Pack. The Ambrose Enterprise. And the one thing that stood at the center of this entire mess: The Neo City Genesis Contract. This project had been in the works for nearly a decade—the government’s plan to build a "smart city" from the ground up outside the capital, Erymond City. It was designed to be a utopia where every pulse of electricity, every automated vehicle, every hospital record, and every police drone was governed by a single, centra

“He’s funding the weapon itself.” Elena’s voice comes back sharp. “NexGen received another $12 million three hours ago. Timestamp matches the outflow from the Zug wallet. They’re accelerating synthesis. If they pair custom nano-carriers with even a partial seed strain…” “They don’t need the full vial,” Kai finishes. “They just need enough to reverse-engineer the trigger mechanism. After that, they can mass-produce.” Leo’s knuckles whiten on the wheel. “Then we hit Singapore. Tonight.”

Paying people enough didn’t assure Viktor that he insisted on having the live footage—twenty-four-seven, and instances like these made me realize a sadist was sleeping inside the head of my brother. The nuthouse was one thing; the high-dose drugs were another. Within a month, Gemma lost every bit of sanity she had. When Mia declared her intentions that she doesn’t want to see Gemma bleed or get debased, Viktor thought it would be poetic justice to have Gemma get hooked on pure grade cocaine—the best kind available in the Chicago black market. Looking at the screen, I grimaced before turning it away. It was some useless footage of Gemma punching the walls in utter madness.

Valerie, what did they take from sector seven? The Genesis Strain, Valerie whispered, her chest tightening with an intense, raw panic she had not felt since her days in the Blackwood dungeons. The central vault in sector seven housed the only active cultures of the Genesis Strain. Explain what that strain does, Valerie, Dominic commanded, his voice raw with sudden urgency. Why would the Council risk total annihilation for a single vial of medicine? Because it is not just a medicine, Dominic, Valerie said, looking up at him with absolute emotional intensity. The Genesis Strain is the only chemical compound in existence that can completely reverse and undo a fated bond severance. It restores t

The steel door slowly opened. A freezing gust of air swept through the underground facility. Behind it... There was no army. No rows of experimental subjects. No advanced weapons. Instead... A massive command center stretched into the darkness. Hundreds of monitors. Satellite communication systems. Artificial intelligence servers. And at the very center... A glowing digital map of the world. Eve stood before it. A faint smile curved her lips. "Welcome..." "...to Genesis Omega." --- Elsewhere... Inside the monastery's hidden laboratory...