Book Of Genesis Audiobook Novels & Stories

None of it could be dismissed anymore. Darius broke the silence by stepping closer to the gate. “Then stop speaking in riddles. Who created Project Genesis?” Gabriel’s expression darkened. He looked over his shoulder toward the empty road before answering, as if expecting someone to appear out of the darkness at any moment. “It started with five people who believed they could change the future.” “The signatures,” I whispered. He nodded. “David Brooks. Alicia Brooks. Isaiah Cross. Victor Hale. And me.” I frowned. “You keep leaving someone out.”

COME! I make the order without even picturing their faces. The link comes as naturally as breathing, and I hear them move immediately. I march out of the room, and they follow. "Garrett," Lucifer says just as Paula says, "Jannah." "Leave them be. Their King has ordered them to follow," mom says, and I resist the urge to flip everyone off. "He needs the push," Dad whispers, and I tune out the rest of them.

And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas; and God saw that is was good. I gasped. 'You're not serious?' He arched a brow at me. 'Okay,' I said. 'You're serious.' He shrugged, shooting me a wry smile. 'Look, I can't lay claim to any of that, obviously. Some say it was the First who created it all. Some say it was all here already, the Big Bang and all that, and that the First simply built the world thereafter. But, however it all started, what you read in the Bible is essentially this. This is the magic of the Angels, Casey. It's creation. Genesis .'

Hearing the voice, Samuel immediately looked around anxiously. "There's no need to look around. This heaven is me, the ground is me, the air is me, the trees are me, and everything is me. I am everything here." The voice was bright and clear. "Then who the hell are you?" Samuel said frowningly. "Me? My name is Heavenly Book, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book." Samuel was puzzled, but Velocisaurus was suddenly shocked. "What? You are the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book?"

Yet what if— What if there was a loophole? A weakness? A forgotten condition? A way back? Genoviva looked thoughtful. Order looked troubled. Chaos suddenly appeared. Naturally. The ancient being looked alarmed enough that nobody complained. For once. The silence stretched. Then understanding hit me. Suddenly. Violently. The stolen book. The Origin Book. The one Elias had taken from the Spirit Realm. The book about bonds. Connections. Creation. Breaking. Unmaking. My stomach dropped. I stood so quickly my chair nearly tipped over.

The tension between Vampires and werewolves reached their breaking point at the news of Leah's death. I gasped as the book snapped shut just under my nose. "What are you doing?" Jax stared at me, putting the book away so it was beyond my reach. "Educating myself on a little history." I smiled sheepishly, making a mental note to return and get the book. His eyebrows rose annoyingly high. "On the origins of the Vampire poison? That's not just any history Felicity, especially considering what has happened today. It's been unattainable for over thirty years, so don't even think about it."

"A beautiful, leaking, smoking, grinding mess." "Good," Audrey whispered, her glass-lungs drawing in the first "Combined-Air" of the two galaxies. "Let’s see what they 'Build' with it." The "Great-Story" was no longer a single book. It was a "Library-in-Motion." And the Union, the "Refugees of the Soot," were the ones who had "Written the First Word."

The Custodian walked toward an old filing cabinet against the far wall. Unlocked it. Pulled out a single yellowed folder. The paper looked ancient. Decades old. Carefully preserved. The Custodian placed it on the desk. Nobody touched it. Not yet. Finally— the Custodian said the words that changed everything. "Genesis wasn't created by Cross." Silence. Heavy silence. The Custodian looked toward Seraphine. Then Elias. Then Lyra. Then Oliver. One by one. "Cross was created by Genesis." Nobody moved.

The revelation that the human "Author" had merged with Kaelen turned the "Gilded Cage" into a sanctuary of terminal reality. The boy stood in the center of the white-glass room, his small frame vibrating with a frequency that made the gold filigree on the walls unweave into streams of "Living Ink." He was no longer just the "Genesis" or the "King." He was the "Voice"—the literal conduit for the soul that had first "Typed" the North into existence.

The particular book appears in front of him as HE gladly reads the title out loud. “Death Resurgence.” As the book opens and the series of the current events begin to flash and flood. HE giggles in HIS utmost amusement, as HE presented. “Well, well, well. Shall we learn the ropes of what lies within the Resurgence?” From the book that deliberately flips and presented the gist of the world that it brings, the words are written and said.