Angeal Genesis Novels & Stories

a voice boomed from the gallery. Marcus Vane stepped into the light. He looked older, his face gaunt, but his eyes burned with a terrifying clarity. He wasn't just the auctioneer; he was the priest of this new, dark religion. "The code that once ruled our world was a ghost," Vane continued, his hand resting on the glass of the cylinder. "It was fragile. It was vulnerable to the 'Anomaly.' But the Genesis Protocol is different. It is biological. It is hereditary. Whoever owns this asset owns the blueprint for a human race that cannot rebel. A race that is coded to serve."

Angel’s POV “I can do it for you!” I outed impulsively, and rose to sit on my butt. “I mean…I can bathe you. What do you say?” He arched his eyebrows, his ears unable to believe what they just heard. “No!” He declined politely, dropping his head. I tutted, my eyes on the floor. “I forgive you!” I convinced. “I’ve done away with any animosity I had for you in my heart, now that I know what my father did.”

A voice came from the sky that sounded awe-inspiring but warm; Bastion and Autumn presumed it must be the God of this garden-like park. "Welcome, my children, to Genesis of Eden! I am your Almighty God, JAH the supreme one." Yes, Bastion and Autumn had found the original Genesis of Eden! The location is toward the east. There is a river flowing out of Eden to water the garden, and from there it is divided into four rivers. This Supreme spiritual being continues.

The latter seemed to hesistate for a moment before releasing a small sigh as she raised her other hand and pointed it right at the mirror before us that seemed to shift under the assault of her magic to showcase not our reflections but a reel of events that shifted almost like a movie. "Long ago, in an age before creation, there were beings who existed in the beyond. Deities who saw it fit to create the beings that we are today. They have been known throughout history by different names depending on the culture of the people. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon...the gods of Greek, Roman, Irish mythology and beyond. They existed and they created not only the mortals but our kind as well. They are the prog

“It scans us. Jada, Plant does not identify us as intruders. It identifies us as... Resources. I looked at the monitors. The data streams were not cryptic codes more; they were anatomical cards. They showed the genetic structure of all of us – my, Kaels, Novas, Silas’ and even the Abyssals. “They create something,” I whispered while my hair stood to the mountains. “Genesis zero is not a mere terraforming machine. It is a biological 3D- Printer. The consortium wanted not only to heal the earth – they wanted a new Design humanity. One that doesn't make mistakes. One who executes their orders.”

“Who are –“ the woman pushed a towel into her mouth and Gwen’s teeth immediately but down on them. More sweat trickled down her face but the woman was quick to wipe them off. “Now!” the woman ordered. “Push.” * The cry of the child was hypnotizing and Gwen reveled in it. Her baby was here and she was beautiful. She had taken after Gwen in so many ways and also get father from what Gwen remembered of him. His hair had been a golden blonde and his eyes a piercing blue. The child had his eyes and her hair was a combination of her mother’s red and her father’s gold.

The countdown hit zero, but the Earth did not simply shatter. It screamed. A deafening, tectonic groan tore through the bedrock of Manhattan. The plaza beneath Jack Sterling’s boots splintered like fragile glass, revealing a terrifying abyss of boiling magma and pulsing, corrupted red light. The planetary drill had done its job. It had pierced the mantle and aggravated the Genesis Seed—a primordial entity slumbering within the Earth’s core. Massive, molten tendrils thicker than skyscrapers erupted from the chasm, reaching toward the sky with a blind, destructive hunger.

Finn leaned closer to Uri and Clement, lowered his voice very low, and whispered: "In the ancient book recorded by the first generation. After the portal closed, Prince Nolan heard the voice of the Creator. He gives us one more chance, but it is tough to seize that opportunity. It's been three thousand years, and no one has found it." "What chance is that?" Uri asked impatiently. "If given the opportunity, why didn't Genesis make it easy for us to find it?" "Perhaps Genesis wanted to give the vampires a challenge?" Clement also tries to keep his voice low. "The ordeal has lasted for three thousand years and over several generations. Genesis is too harsh for us." Uri's voice showed displeasur

"Leo!" Elena’s voice didn't travel through air; it rippled through the fabric of the Aether itself. The boy suspended in the web of golden threads didn't turn his head. His eyes were wide, the pupils replaced by spinning constellations of data. He was the Genesis, the bridge between the biological past and a digital future that Silas Northwood had spent lifetimes trying to build.

Silas vowed, his claws carving through the obsidian bone. He didn't use strength to pull them out. He used "Context." He funneled the total sum of his 30-year history into the Architect’s hand. He showed the "System" the "Ugly Truth" that the Genesis was not a product, but a "Resonance." The "Curator Prime" let out a sound like a thousand glass bells shattering. The obsidian hand "Rotten" into a cloud of violet static, and Kaelen and Elora fell from the sky.