Angeal Sephiroth Genesis Novels & Stories

I felt the immediate, soothing rush of his Alpha aura acting as a thermal coolant, violently stabilizing my crashing vitals. "I've got you," he rumbled, his crimson eyes scanning the cavern for threats as he practically carried my weight, turning us back toward the crowd. "Did you get the coordinates?" "Yes," I breathed, leaning into his solid heat, my mind overlaying the coordinates with the geographical grid of the continent But the cold logic of the map sent a chill down my spine that had nothing to do with the damp air. "Xander... the Genesis Forge isn't just hidden." "Where is it, Sereia?"

Angelina suddenly cried, tugging the necromancer and trying to move out from the circle of the Dark right under the claws of the still undefeated basilisk and the hungry hydras. Reive got her by the arm, dragged her back, and quickly looked round for Gerhard Ayris. “What the gloom?!” he roared, seeing the Sepulchral Shadow had come unnoticed out of nowhere and pierced the throat of the king of Aldenor. In one swift movement, Reive created the symbol Tien in the air – one of the Ashgenrian runes. A moment later, the ghostly haze wavered in his splayed fingers. From the side, it would seem impossible, but he was holding tight the damned specter as if it were a living man.

Clutching his side. Our eyes met. He froze. I froze. Recognition slammed into me like a freight train. I knew that face. I’d described it in loving, obsessive detail. Scar over the left eyebrow. Jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Eyes the color of storm clouds just before lightning. Genesis. Prince Genesis of the Silverfang clan. The wounded alpha heir I’d written into a cave scene in chapter five. He was supposed to be half-dead right now. Supposed to be found by the heroine later, after she’d escaped the village raid.

“Then you also created the Shadow.” Aurex’s expression darkened. “No. The Shadow was born from betrayal. The system split. The girl—Lira—carried light. But her brother, Kael, chose entropy.” Evryn blinked. “Kael?” Aurex walked toward her, folding his hands behind his back. “When I realized the Genesis Project had been corrupted, I tried to fragment the source code. Half went into Lira, the other half into Kael. But something inside him rejected harmony.”

He smiles as he ended those thoughts of the past from the plan that he successfully executes and all until this time. “To be the holder everyone knew is my price, as it is my way to be close to the Maiden. Guard the sacrifice as her feelings towards me will be my key to pushing her to the abyss where she needed to be. Where this life of his by which I stole for the second time is the perfect façade for my ability and mana, as no one will ever suspect or ask a single thing. For the holder of the God Sagittarius is an alchemist in nature by which is my half core. Most especially, being the holder and this particular one will lead me to the seven keys.” Dropping the title and words once again.

Ehem, that's the soundtrack of RIO if you are familiar. "But you will never be able to find the war angel." Lord Jin replied. I blinked here. Does he mean that this war angel is not real? "Because it will find you." Now that is creepy. We cannot find it because we are the ones who will be found. Just what the fuck? How can he find us if he doesn't know that we are looking for him? Does it make sense? Right? Bullshit "Well, that won't be hard. The same thing happened with the Aqua Siren." Gen said that he seemed very proud.

The last line flashed PROJECT GENESIS – Lead Scientist: Dr. Alaric Graves. --- A violent explosion tore through the lab as Lucien shattered the tank. The liquid gushed out, and Subject X collapsed to the floor still alive. Its eyes opened black, bottomless. “Welcome… mother. Father.” Lucien froze. Evelyn’s body went rigid. “What the hell ” “I am Genesis,” it said, voice layered with whispers. “The offspring of your sins.” Lucien lunged forward, but Genesis vanished in a blur so fast it seemed to dissolve. Blood slashed across his shoulder.

The realization hit her like a physical blow to the chest. "They aren't trying to cause a riot," Evangeline whispered, her voice cold with horror. "Haxon isn't interested in a feral world. He’s found the 'Genesis Frequency' - the inverse of the Song of the Hollow Court." She expanded the hologram, showing a series of jagged, black spikes emerging from the city's landmarks. These weren't just broadcast towers; they were Aetheric Siphons.

Still, even though he eventually reconnected with his siblings, his hatred for what his Father did remained there, deep rooted within his soul. I also found out that Azrael, the Archangel of Death, at creation, he was gifted with the lethal touch and no human being had ever been able to walk again the Earth alive after being blessed with his touch. That until I came into picture. Apparently, for some unknown reason, I am the only one who has ever touched him and remained pretty much alive. Well, that explains a lot by the way. So, after we arrived at Luc’s place, I decided to search for him and apologize for my inappropriate behavior.

I could be mistaken that I am his female version. He cocked his head from side to side. "Well," he paused as he drank the wine from his cup. "Yes, they are right. You also have a specific deity title as an offspring of Her." He sighed, rolling his eyes. I could tell that he didn't want to discuss it but it looked like he was left with no choice since I already asked. He gazed up at me and smiled darkly. "You are Rachellian Genesis Lothim. That is your mundane name, Rachellian," he said in a frigid tone. "But in Her celestial world, your deity name is Ragriel."