Creation Novel Novels & Stories

"These are no ordinary creatures, but rather the first of their kind – the Titan bulls, a product of human ingenuity and innovation!" He paused for a moment, allowing the significance of his words to sink in. "The Church of Rose, in their tireless efforts to push the boundaries of what is possible, has been responsible for the creation of these mutant bulls," he continued, his excitement evident in his animated gestures. "It is truly a marvel of science and sorcery, the likes of which have never been seen before!"

Loved stronger. Reality solidified. The darkness cracked. Light flooded in. "It's working!" "Keep going! Keep choosing!" The world took shape. Familiar but different. The compound. The territory. But purer. Stronger. More real. We stepped into it. Solid ground. Fresh air. Sunlight. "We did it," Elara breathed. "We rebuilt reality," Marcus said. "Not rebuilt," Cael corrected. "Created. This is a new reality. Born from the void." "Is that bad?"

Xiao dust did not care about their bickering, brow gradually locked deeper, Cambrian period is the period of the heavens and the earth is the first pregnant life, hundreds of millions of years ago, that time, not to mention human beings, that is, even the gods have not yet been born. And before the Cambrian period, there was the medieval period, when the universe was first opened, there were no tangible creatures, there was no life to speak of, and the history of present-day mankind can be traced back to the period of the opening of the heavens by Pan Gu, just over a million years ago.

Aiden's eyes widened. The Original Creator stepped backward. No. The creature continued. You created me before you created yourself. Aiden stared. I created myself? Yes. The creature bowed. You were the first possibility. You imagined yourself. That thought became the One Before All. That thought created the Creator. The Original Creator's face went pale. Aiden whispered. So I created you. The One Before All screamed. NO! Her crown exploded. White light consumed everything. Lyra grabbed Aiden. Kael grabbed the children.

"Forget the healer for a moment. What about the others? Have you made any progress in creating more soldiers like Adrian? I need a legion of infiltrators, not just one man." Matthew sighed, a look of frustration crossing his face. "Master, I am trying. But as I’ve told you before, Adrian was actually created by accident. The way his human consciousness survived the total immersion in the shadow... I still haven't been able to figure out why his case was different. Every other subject we try it on either dies instantly or turns into a mindless abomination…I can't replicate the stability."

I was also dry and spotless. Maybe it was just a dream. ‘I am an asshole…’ I covered my face with my hands. How could I have such a dream? Did I secretly wish for something like that to happen? “Cara, are you awake?” The pager in the coat hanging on the rack rang. I walked to the rack and took out the caller. “I just woke up. What’s going on?” Claire’s voice came with a smile. “We did it. We created a new, less toxic individual. Wiles is saved… I mean, I want to invite you to see the new synthetic creature. Your father is on his way back…”

“Let him go!” The creature turned its enormous eye toward her. “You created me.” Emily froze. “What?” Kael struggled. “Don't listen to it!” The creature continued. “Before the First Soul created the first world, there was nothing.” Emily stared. “Then how could I create you?” “You didn't create me in the beginning.” The creature leaned closer. “You created me at the end.” Emily felt a chill move through her. “What does that mean?” The creature's eye widened. “You have already lived this story.”

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.

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 .'

"In the beginning, it was just me here. I tended the land, created the flora and fauna. It was my home, and I was happy for the longest time." Sounded lonely to Bailey. "Then, I grew bored. Alone, with no one to share my love of the land with, I simply existed." She gestured expansively. "Then the Creator came. It swept through my land, upending my precious cultivation. It had been watching me from its home, and offered me something I couldn't refuse." "What is the Creator?" Bailey blinked. It was a very broad term without any gender identification. "The Creator is the original Spark. I think Humans call it God, Yahweh, sometimes the Big Bang. It is the catalyst for the beginning of existenc