Angeal Genesis Sephiroth Novels & Stories

"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.

As I rise, I can sense some confusion coming from Ravana, and I’m loving the look of fear in his eyes as he looks into my silver eyes. “Sephiroth, how were you able to heal so fast? Why are you not dead?” “Sorry to tell you Ravana, but I don’t die that easy, and the name is Kefka. You remember me right, it’s because of you that I was able to come into this world when Seph was only eight years old.” “I did to make my son stronger, and for the looks of you both that I know I did the right thing.” I can feel my blood boiling in my body from all the anger of what he just said, and now I’m going to show him why what he done it going to be his downfall. I allowed my hands to turn into claws as I w

She rushed to the window to see the mysterious creature. The creature had strong wings like that of an eagle, he was pale in colour and from a distance Valerie could note the colour of the eyes being extremely reddish. He had a sword in his hand and it caused Valerie to wonder who the demon was and why Seth decided to use him. “Philosepth!” Valerie turned to look at George who was also looking from the windows of the hotel seeing the creature. “What do you mean?” “From ancient tradition, Philosepth is an ancient warlord that was arraigned by the gods of the higher realm for aiding Seth in his then quest to take over the throne” George explained to them

He instructed me how to speak again because, in front of the light, I would sometimes stutter. “Eímai o Seph Adrian. Tóra gnostós ston kósmo os Seph Hades decardo». Píra mia vathiá anása «Ímoun eíkosi ótan ton protognórisa se éna bar. Prospáthise na me apoplanísei kai argótera íthele na ton pantreftó. Eíche emmoní kai ótan arníthika na ton pantreftó, árchise na me apeileí. Tha éstelne tous frouroús tou na akolouthísoun. Árchise na parenochleí tin oikogéneiá mou. Kathimeriná oi karankiozopaíchtes tou stékontan éxo apó to spíti mou kai parenochloúsan tous anthrópous pou mas episképtontan. O patéras mou ítan ntetéktiv kai méchri to télos tis zoís tou ypirétise e fsyneídita ti chóra. Den boroúse

Isekai (Thanatos) started muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear. "aurora bolaris i am the death god and maybe not the best to complete a perfect ritual, i shot out from darkness and unto aurora i shall let know that I am Thanatos, i lord over tharterean pit and has fate with this body," Isekai (Thanatos) said as the blood that was dripping out immediately seem to be freezed by some sort of power before slowly forming a human body .

She knew about Arthur. She knew about the Covenant. But there was something she had never told anyone. She wasn't simply another child affected by Genesis. She was the original reason Genesis had been created. Daniel immediately asked what she meant. Anna explained that before she and I were born, my grandfather had discovered something unusual about our mother's bloodline. The genetic sequence could potentially produce children capable of interacting with systems designed to control biological authorization. My grandfather believed this could be used to create a safeguard against the organization's abuse of power.

“Who dares to provoke my Yaquis Sect after all these years? This audacity is too great. Whoever it is, whatever force it is, declare war immediately once identified.” The Sect Leader of the Yaquis Sect, Yaquis Holiness, bellowed in anger. With a cultivation base at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, he was a renowned powerhouse in the Ancient Genesis World. Sitting in the main hall, he waved his hand, and a powerful force emerged. The events in the Celestial Genesis World appeared. In a fit of rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood as he sensed that the Genesis Core robbery at the sale point was orchestrated by living beings with a cultivation base not even reaching the Yuraeceon X

Wet soil with a sugary undertone that was a bit too sweet. Only after the throb in my head faded did I realize I never told him my name. “Who was that?” I looked over at Azrael, whose hands were stiff at his sides. His reluctance was clear, but I wasn’t having any of it. “You know I’ll find out on my own. Just tell me, please.” There was a weight to his stare that had me shuddering. Was Azrael nervous? “That was Sephtis, the god of death.”

It shimmered with a pale, silver shield—the High Council’s ultimate protection. "You cannot break the 'Genesis-Seal' with brute force, Alpha," the Founding Mother whispered, her exoskeleton hissing as she stepped closer to my motionless body. She looked down at me with those cold, white-gold eyes, a faint smile of triumph on her withered lips. "The 'Source' is the beginning and the end. She is the mother of your kind, and the daughter of mine. She is reclaiming what was stolen by the 'Grit.'" Inside the tank, the white-haired woman—the Source—pressed her palms against the glass. Her silver eyes were fixed on the red glow emanating from my stomach. The "Void-Hybrid" frequency was no longer a

Before turning and following after her mate. ~ Neither Sephora nor Ambrose, said a word on the journey back to the palace - as they were still silently digesting all the information that had just been thrown at them. Sephora hardly knew where to start. She was an Ardanam, which meant she now had a Soulborn power, and not just any Soulborn power - but one strong enough to be equal to, or even slightly greater than Ambrose's power.