Alexandria's Genesis Novels & Stories

Alexandria makes an entrance at the exact moment causing all the elders to stop their whispering conversation and focus on her as she stands awkwardly under the elders' scrutiny. "What is the time pup?" asks the elder at the extreme left. I unconsciously look at the big clock on the wall in front of me behind the elders. It is 5 past 7 which means that Alexandria is late. "I know I am 5 minutes late sir. I .. I .. woke up late and therefore, couldn't reach on time. I apologise," whispers Alexandria nervously and I can smell her fear.

“If I had stayed, you’d be dead. Crane doesn’t let people walk away. Not really. You think Harold was the monster? He was just the puppet.” “And you? What were you?” Alexander paused. “The one who built the strings.” Aiden stared at him with a heavy chest. “I helped develop the first strand of Helix,” Alexander admitted. “But I sabotaged it from within. I leaked test data. Buried the names. I protected the ones I could.” “You still killed people.” Alexander’s gaze hardened. “And you still don’t understand the game. Crane doesn’t play to win. He plays to own. The moment you touched his empire, he marked you.”

"Whose words are you using, yours or his?" Both, I was using both. My father blamed me when we first learned Alexandria was a girl. She was supposed to be a boy, a grandson—a Montague grandson. Then, when we learned there couldn't be any more, that the complications with her birth were too extreme, she became my greatest accomplishment.

A new figure appeared. A girl, no older than Elara, pale skin, silver eyes, a translucent halo of floating data points around her head. “I am LEXA,” she said. “The Legacy Extension Algorithm.” Alma stepped closer. “Where did you come from?” LEXA tilted her head. “From your mother’s regrets.” Gasps spread across the room. “I was a shadow protocol Evelyn Vale began before Omega. Buried. Forgotten. Until now.” Julian whispered, “She had a backup.”

It was something built from the ashes of my past — from my family, my father, the legacy I’d spent my whole life running from. And now, it had come full circle. --- Isabella’s POV When we finally escaped the warehouse, dawn had broken again — the second in as many days. Alexander stood in the middle of the empty street, breathing hard, staring into the horizon like he could still hear her voice. I stepped closer. “What did she mean?” He didn’t look at me at first. When he finally spoke, his tone was low, almost haunted. “My father… he wasn’t just part of the Serpent Order. He founded it.”

“Alexiares and Anicetus are sons of Hercules. They are demigods. Zion and Elysium are their wolves. Zeus is their grandfather; ergo Apollo is their pompous, albeit handsome uncle.” “Athena decreed it. She said we needed to be educated after Pythia recited the prophecy for the first time.” He continues, unbothered by Paragon’s sneer at Lucas. “She’s one of Uncle Apollo’s Oracles. Nice lady. She gives good ear scratches.” “Athena?” I tilt my head, still having a conversation with Zion out loud. “She ordered them to be educated because of some lady named Pythia? She was the original one to recite a prophecy.”

"Don't flatter yourself. I stayed to hear the joke. So tell me, Richard. What grand, rotten secret is going to make me run back to a man who threw me away?" He leaned against the wooden bench, crossing his arms. "Alexander didn't build his empire by shaking hands and attending charity galas, Claire. He built it in the dark." "Everyone has skeletons," I said flatly. "Alexander doesn't have skeletons," Richard corrected. "He has fresh graves." My stomach tightened. I kept my face blank. "Get to the point." "Underground gambling rings. Extortion. Smuggling in Macau." Richard ticked them off on his fingers. "And the bodies, Claire. The people who got in his way didn't just get fired. They disapp

Vials of potions, glimmering with a mesmerizing allure, stood as silent witnesses, their contents whispering tantalizing secrets in hushed tones. This sanctuary of ancient wisdom had stood long before the reign of Alpha King Alexandros, even during the time of his father, King Crimson. It was said to have once been the abode of witches, who had masqueraded as saviors of the kingdom several years ago, during a time of great despair. The werewolf community was ravaged by a deadly and swift-killing virus, and it was in the desperate throes of this turmoil that the witches revealed themselves, offering their healing arts and promising a cure.

Pausing for a moment, Alexander eyes moved to the book placed on top of the Jade bed, then he walked over and picked it up; looking at the book's cover page, three words are written in Dazzling characters 'Primordial Chaos Chant' Alexander took the Jade slip and the information stunned him "Encumbered with this Three Birth Chant,the one receiving the Primordial Chaos Chant is accepted as my Legacy Inheritor, governing over the entire Aurora Island.When you practice this Primordial Chaos Chant to the fullest,one turns undefeatable among their peers."I daresay where Primordial Chaos Chant appears, Invincible throughout!" The lines of words written in an arrogant manner was written by the sover

Even though they very were clear about not wanting me to know the reason of why he became a fallen angel in the first place, I can’t help but be curious about it. What sin did he commit that made him get cast out of heaven all the way to hell and then had him get tortured every single year by the memory of it? And if Alexander knew he couldn’t commit that sin, why did he do it anyways? What drove him to give up on his seemingly perfect life? I had so many questions and barely any answers. My train of thoughts were cut off when I saw Alexander lay an unconscious Zach on the ground. He stood back up with difficulty from whatever magic he just did and before I could say anything, he pointed his