Nier 9s Novels & Stories

They all say doubtfully. “And how many units?” “Six?” “Exactly! Four nines are thirty-six!” The girls all stare at him as the penny drops. “Do this one,” he says. “Eight times nine.” They all stare at their fingers and count to eight, which turns out to be the middle finger of their right hand. They fold it down, looking at each other to make sure they’ve got the right one. “How many tens?” he asks. “Seven!” “And units?” “Two!”

My eyes widened. They were a two man team but could honestly admit to be outranked…. “The players ranked #7 and #9”. Peter gulped. “Just avoid them as much as you can….” Was he serious? What about my protection?! “Especially #7. I’m not sure if it’s a guy or girl”. He paused to think a bit. “Player #9 would probably come to see you herself…. Infact, she’s pretty hard to miss”. “You… know her?”

One, two, ten, fifty… A total of ninety-nine men walked out from every direction, gathering into an impenetrable wall of people that completely surrounded him. Then, in Daniel’s terrified eyes, ninety-nine voices exploded like thunder and swept across all of South City. “How about you try and touch our daughter one more time?!”

Adrian's breathing became shallow. His eyes reached the final line. Never allow anyone to assemble the Ninth Cipher. If the Ninth Cipher is completed... History will not change. It will be erased. Before he could process those words... His phone rang. Unknown Number. He answered. Silence. Then a calm male voice spoke. "We've been waiting for you, Dr. Vale." The line disconnected. At that exact moment, every television in the apartment turned on by itself. Every screen showed the same image. A black background.

55% na Si Jin...75%... 😑😑😑. ..si ako naman... 25% pa lang... Isali mo pa ang pressure na tinitignan ni Sir ang gawa. Oo, namanhid na ang mata ko sa kakatingin sa subject na yun. Sino naman kasi ang nag-isip no'n...tsss. Bigla akong nauhaw. May water station sa isang sulok... Umalis muna ako...

‘Your attitude offends me,’ Andrea delivered with lethal cool. Her fingernails dug stinging crescents into her palms. The silence was awesome and terrifying in its totality. ‘Ditto.’ Andrea raised an ebony brow. ‘Non ci capisco niente? I don’t understand.’ ‘Me too … your attitude offends me,’ she traded quietly, a tight, fearful feeling trapped somewhere inside her. Andrea settled his chillingly intelligent gaze on her. ‘We have an agreement and you won’t walk away from it until I choose to set you free. You can’t insult me into dumping you.’

"She is not dying. She has been lying to all of you." He thought for a long time. Then he picked up his phone and called an old friend, a doctor in another city. "I need you to check someone for me," he said. "Chiara Moretti. I need her real medical records." The call came back the next afternoon. "The truth is," his friend said, his voice heavy. "She does have a heart condition, but it is not serious. Irregular heartbeat, mild. It does not affect her daily life. She is not dying. She has never been close to death."

"Caleb is my brother's name. It doesn't quite fit you, does it?" The little boy looked up at me with an expression far too weighted and guilty for someone his age. "My name is Yuvan White. I work for the Temporal Command." He paused. "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm so sorry you've had to go through all of this." He told me everything. His assignment had been to enter Tristan's body and follow the original story through to its ending. The Temporal Command used that process to harvest energy from small worlds like this one, energy that kept the larger world running.

"I'm here at the office. Where are you? Why aren't you here?" "I'm already at the hospital." Bryan kept quiet for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry. There was traffic on the way." I chuckled. "It's fine. You can use a free pass to cancel it out." Bryan exhaled in relief, only to hear me continue saying, "This means you've used up all 99 free passes now, Bryan, so let's get a divorce."

Samuel's puzzled voice came from behind me. "Ms. Johnson, you're taking the cable car down? You're not walking?" I turned around and met the confusion in both Samuel's and Hayden's eyes. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. For three years, ninety-nine visits to draw a fortune stick. Every time, I had climbed the mountain on my knees. Then I limped all the way back down. All of it was to show heaven how sincere I was. I thought if I was sincere enough, I would eventually receive a supreme blessing.