Alexandria's Genesis Novels & Stories

“Found what?” “Alexandria.” My eyes widened and the grumpy facade dropped. “You found…Alexandria? Like…” “The library. All of it, Z. It’s all there. Our actual accounts of how our races started. The very beginning. No fluff. In scrolls. In hieroglyphics. Oh, Z, it was amazing. Books and scrolls for a long as you could even look. You couldn’t seen the end of the shelves. They were as tall as the trees in your home pack.”

"We combine our knowledge. Cross-reference legends with your memories. The city might be hidden, but every place, no matter how concealed, leaves traces in history." Alex looked at us, determination replacing his earlier desolation. "Then let's start. I'll share everything, every dream, every image." We huddled together, preparing to embark on this new challenge. But as the hours turned to days, the weight of our task became evident. The fragments of Alex's dreams, when pieced together, depicted not just Lys'tral, but a larger, more intricate tapestry of events spanning eons. The threads of history, destiny, and memory intertwined, leading us deeper into a maze of mysteries.

“My sons must feel at ease since they haven’t heard from me for a while now. How wrong they are,”. The driver park’s in front of the 3-storey building. Dracula and Alex step out of the car. “Alex, do you know why the sphinxes have strong psychic reservoirs?” he asks the tall redhead. “No, my lord” she answers. “They inherited it from the Nephilim. They think everything is okay and they can recuperate,” Dracula giggles. “They should know better,”. He stops at the doorway; he turns around and looks far into the air.

It was something that is unheard of nor will anyone think of it to be happening. Alexandria’s Genesis: is a medical myth that can be traced back from 2005. It is said to be a genetic mutation that turns some people into a ‘perfect human being’. Though it was fictional, the eye colour can be real. Alexandria’s Genesis can be easily identified with the eye colours— them being a colour of violet— which can be noticed right after birth or changing there after. It was also said that people who have Alexandria’s Genesis possess the following: pale skin, perfectly proportioned body, the lack of bodily hair except from the head and brows, excellent immune system and a very little bodily waste. Still

King Alexei, seated carefully in the room's largest chair with a healer hovering nearby, studied me for a long moment. "There are texts," he said slowly. "Old ones, predating even the records Elias found. Phoenix lore, largely dismissed as myth by most scholars since the bloodline was believed extinct for over a century. I can have them retrieved from the royal archive." "How long would that take?" "Days, likely. They're not kept here at the academy." "Days feels like a luxury we might not have." "I know." His expression carried genuine regret. "But rushing understanding of something this significant carries its own dangers, Kaia. I'd rather you have accurate information slightly delayed tha

"But I’m guessing you’re not just 'Vance' anymore, are you?" "I’m enough of him to know we’re not finished," Alexander said. He reached out his good hand, and Jax took it. The moment they touched, a small spark of violet light jumped between them a handshake of pure data. Jax gasped as his HUD suddenly flickered to life, showing a clean, unencrypted map of the city’s remaining resources. "She’s in there," Jax whispered, looking at Alexander. "Elena. She’s actually in there." "She is the Architect," Alexander replied. "And I am the foundation."

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.

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

Finally, on the sixth day, Alexander emerged from the horizon, striding confidently towards her, Alexander embraced his family, his eyes filled with a newfound wonder. "Benita, you won't believe what I've seen! The Barbuda Triangle holds the most extraordinary secrets. I've encountered hidden treasures and met people untouched by time." Alexander explained, Benita's eyes widened in awe. "Tell me everything, Alexander." She said, As they sat on the beach, Alexander shared his incredible journey, recounting tales of lost civilizations, mythical creatures, and untold riches. Benita listened intently, feeling a sense of adventure ignite within her.

I supposed that at some point I would get used to the continuous state of excitement of the city and its inhabitants, but deep down, I knew that what was happening to me was that I missed my little wooden house, the continuous view of the sea and its reassuring waves, and the routine that I had worked so hard to build. There I had no responsibilities or problems to deal with, and here now I had a company that was about to collapse without even knowing what to do. In the elevator, I remained silent next to Pierre until the doors opened and I was left in the lobby of Alex's super luxury apartment, and I went to my room without saying goodbye to Pierre, knowing that he didn’t like saying goodby