Angeal Sephiroth Genesis Novels & Stories

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.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

His features were sculpted from the very essence of Greek mythology, a true Demi-god reborn. His golden hair cascaded down his back like a river of sunset hues, perfectly complemented by his eyes – an unparalleled shade of cerulean blue, reminiscent of a cloudless summer sky. His gaze was like a sapphire abyss, drawing all who dared to look into its depths. His tall, athletic frame exuded dominance, yet his presence was a siren's call, beckoning all to surrender to his majesty. It was as if he was a magnet, repelling and attracting with equal intensity. His cold demeanor seemed to warn others to keep their distance, but his breathtaking handsomeness begged them to come closer.

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.”

"Thank you, Ava. Now, how about we begin to lay some foundations to our plan, huh?" My words seemed to break the young Hayden's serious train of thought and return her to the present conversation. A beautiful grin stretched across her lips as she nodded enthusiastically. She was more than ready for the new chapter of her life and I could not be happier. I'm ready too... For everything that Nova Aeria has to offer...I am ready to keep my mate at bay and live my life to the absolute fullest... Selene, goddess of the moon and our progenitor...Please watch out for us, yeah?

He felt his son’s peaceful heartbeat, a rhythmic, biological counter-point to the mechanical thrumming of the laboratory. He realized then that the "Market-Genesis" was a "Siphon." The Architects weren't just taking Silas’s marrow; they were using the young man to "Lure" the "Genesis Frequency" out of the simulation. If they succeeded, the real Kaelen would become a blank page, and this "Standardized" version would become the only truth the world recognized. "I won't... let you... have him," Silas roared, his gold-veined wolf form finally pushing through the damping field.

"I remember the rain." "Then let's make it pour," I said, my own wings exploding from my shoulder blades in a cloud of "Obsidian-Violet" ash. "Insolent prototypes!" Vane roared, his white-gold suit flaring as he backed toward the obsidian sphere. "You think a handful of memories can stop the 'Genesis' engine? The code is already compiled! The world is already dead!" He slammed his hand against the sphere's surface, and the "Void-Gold" chains didn't break—they extended. They whipped through the vacuum like metallic serpents, targeting Dante’s wings and my throat with a speed that left trails of silver light in the dark.

Cole grumbled at Suzan. “We are only letting off some steam.” “I’ll give you letting off some steam!” Suzan snarled back at him and even without looking, Angel knew that her eyes would likely have flashed a bright silver, threatening to shift, threatening to become the beautifully sleek black wolf she had been gifted with when she had come of age. Suzen was lucky, all the Aplha pack were, and many of their pack besides. Practically all were beautiful or otherwise naturally gifted, everyone but Angel, who was seen only as the traitor’s daughter.

Daniel looked up, his face pale with ash and fear, and pointed a trembling finger toward the center of the room. Baraka stepped into the pale light. Standing in the center of the training dojo was the culmination of Old World science and New World biology. Project Genesis did not look like the grotesque, hulking Hounds. It was disturbingly sleek, standing exactly six feet tall. Its body was a flawless, anatomical masterpiece of engineered muscle, plated in a seamless, organic bio-armor that shifted effortlessly between the color of polished graphite and blinding white. But it was the chest cavity that drew the eye. Beneath a layer of translucent, bulletproof biological glass, a crystalline l

Valerie, what did they take from sector seven? The Genesis Strain, Valerie whispered, her chest tightening with an intense, raw panic she had not felt since her days in the Blackwood dungeons. The central vault in sector seven housed the only active cultures of the Genesis Strain. Explain what that strain does, Valerie, Dominic commanded, his voice raw with sudden urgency. Why would the Council risk total annihilation for a single vial of medicine? Because it is not just a medicine, Dominic, Valerie said, looking up at him with absolute emotional intensity. The Genesis Strain is the only chemical compound in existence that can completely reverse and undo a fated bond severance. It restores t