Novel Ngenest Novels & Stories

code from his "Furious Youth." The Return of the "Apex Asset" The door groaned open, revealing a "Labyrinth" of "Recycled" habitats. This was the "Resistance Node"—a community of "Unindexed" scavengers and "System-Error" refugees who lived in the "Data-Voids" beneath New Geneva.

Gena looks at me and I can see the wheels turning in her head. I’m wearing my kutte so she knows I’m a Renegade. Does she have a problem with it? Or is she trying to figure out who I am to Silvy and the baby. “ Gena, this is Goof.” Silvy said. I move the hand that was holding Silvy and hold it out to Gena. “ Nice to meet you.” I said. Gena looks at me then Silvy. More like at Silvy’s belly. “ I’ll explain later.” Silvy said. Gena nods then takes my hand. “ Nice to meet you Goof.” she said. She looks at my kutte again. “ Renegades. You know Sabine and Viper?” she asked.

HE finds her name, and with a sinister smile, says. “There it is.” Patiently waiting, HE started to read first the name that echoes. “Gennivier Pierre.” The trump card among HIS creation of the four directions. The little spice created that perfect doll that only had the darkness and purity that comes with sins and curses. “Before I forgot. May I remind you that just like Pauleen’s written character, Gen’s character is written to the side where it is convenient to the dark, rather than being my spy and double edge sword? Just like you my dear Pauleen, her real character will be a secret for now.”

“Peace is fragile, Abigail. The military has withdrawn. After Rodriguez’s death, the Genesis project collapsed like a house of cards. But they know what’s here. They know the Nest is stronger than ever.” Abigail turned in his arms and looked up at him. In the Hunter’s eyes burned a softness that only she was allowed to see. “And what about them?” she whispered, gesturing to her stomach. “If they find out that… that a child like this will be born…” “No one will touch them,” Nathan said with such absolute certainty that Abigail shivered. “Every warrior of the Nest would give their blood for this child. Regnar and Damian already guard this level as if they were protecting the Core itself. They

"What I did to you in school all year — you thought that was bad?" "It was bad." "No." His voice dropped. "No, that was child's play compared to what you just put me through in twenty-four hours." A beat. "You're an evil genius." "You created me," I said. "You told me to bring it on." "I did." He nodded slowly. "I did say that." He dropped his hand from the wall and took a small step back. "Which is why I'm not here to fight." I waited. "I will never — and I mean never — accept you as my nanny," he said. "That is not changing. But I want to make a deal."

There was grass at the bottom of her feet with different flowers, and in her hand were Night Lillies with a crown on her head. "Who is she?" Amaya asked "She is the moon goddess. Selene. Creator of shifters" she walked closer and closer to the statue. "Shifters?" she asked "Shifters can change into different animals and beings," I told her, not taking my eyes off the statue. "She made shifters?" she asked, turning back at me. "Most. But there are some special ones who we call newbreeders." "Newbreeders?" The little curiosity in her voice made my heart beat faster.

“Ahh I don’t really know why, but I think I’m just gifted?” Miss Minerva assist me to go back to prepare for a bath. While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.”

I need to regain my senses! Keep an eye out for any monsters here, Ghost, Gnoll, and you three, and don't die a single time! There is not enough mana, OK? [INFO UNLOCKED: ZEGUN AND ARCHETYPE LEVELS] …. ... Zegun? Archetypes? ...wait I have a bad feeling about this. {Zegun: Creatures from the dungeons are invaders from the world of Arc Zeganis, with the dungeon serving as a link between them.} {Archtype: Main inhabitants of the world Arc Wan}

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.

Gossip bloomed like spring weeds after storm—fast, wild, choking out everything wholesome. And in the midst of it all, at the poisoned heart of the garden, stood Sir Celbest. Nugen's sharp hearing—honed by decades of catching whispered orders across battlefields—caught the dry lilt of that familiar voice even before he turned to look. The sound made his teeth ache.