Dynasty Warriors Origins Chapters Novels & Stories

“Mom is the original witch. As in, she came from the first woman to have any powers. The goddess blessed Mom with many powers. Most of the gifts she used to help others. When Mom fell in love with a young Indian chief, she didn’t know at the time that her mother had cursed him. He would shift when she gave birth to a son. Falling Feather was the first in a line of men who would become shifters. It is where the shifters came from. It is the first time the goddess put her to sleep to jump through time. From there, she met at least two who died before they could marry. Then she met Jean-Pierre.” Faith took a breath. She stopped when she noticed Georgia glaring at her from the door. “You need to

“…appears to be an Origin Book.” Cold spread instantly through the room. Even the sanctuary lights dimmed slightly. I frowned. “What exactly does that mean?” Order answered this time. “Origin Books are ancient records created before the kingdoms fully separated.” His silver gaze darkened. “They contain foundational knowledge.” That sounded dangerous immediately. Chaos snorted softly. “That is the polite way of saying catastrophic information.” Hunter crossed his arms. “What kind of catastrophic?” Silence stretched for one terrible second. Then Sol answered quietly. “It contains information on how to create bonds.”

"Are you giving up already?" The words stung sharp, halting my rant. I sank onto the cot opposite her, shoulders slumping heavy. "I’m not giving up. I’m just... lost. I need to know the beginning. What sparked the war? Why did I kill her? Without that, how do I fight against fate?" She leaned forward, eyes searching mine. "The origins lie buried deep in the Legend of Ophelia. If you seek them you would find them in the Forbidden Vault that holds scrolls and prophecies. Ancient records of clan wars, curses, reincarnations."

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He knew he do not follow all that they taught him, but still, what he did absorb kept him sane. He also knew that the Chief of Warriors of Mauraye was not going to be happy about this. He was on a retreat and would be on his way back now. He had not let him know because he didn't want the man to get hurt. But he knew if the chief warrior had anything to say about it, he will be here, with the wrath of a god. ----------- A fortnight later, the war began. It was brutal. Eloy was in the middle of it. The Kings themselves were just watching and observing.

It was a signal from the Deep-Void, a place that had been silent since the birth of the network. A single word flickered on the sky, written in the ancient, pre-human script of the First Architects: RETURN. Dax’s hand tightened on mine. The war for the road, the war for the family, and the war for the city were over. But the war for the Origin was just beginning. "Ready for Chapter Sixty-Five?" Dax asked, his voice a low, intimate promise. "As long as I'm with you," I said, the iridescent light of the Vale reflecting in our eyes.

I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.

After ten years of relentless effort, I made a new life for myself in foreign territory. When I fell from that cliff, a branch caught my clothes. I didn't die. A lone wolf named Tarun, who was tracking at the foot of the mountain, rescued me. When he heard what I'd been through, he was heartbroken. He helped me erase my old pack scent and took me across the Great Waters. Tarun's bloodline ruled vast territories, and under his protection, I started over from scratch—slowly rising to become the Alpha female of the empire I now led.

What did it mean that these cryptic symbols appeared as clear to me as my own native tongue? “Fourth Dynasty military accounts,” I murmured, translating the title of a leather-bound journal I’d pulled from the bottom of the stack. “Written by Alpha General Theron during the Summer Wars.” The words flowed from me without effort, without hesitation. I flipped through more texts, each one opening to me like a flower to sunlight. Treaties from the ancient councils. Birth records from long-extinct packs. Creation myths older than any human civilisation. I could read them all. ‘Of course we can read them,’ Athena whispered within me, her copper presence warm and certain where I felt only confusion

*** Evelyn’s War Begins Evelyn poured herself a drink, the ice clinking against the glass. Her empire was shifting. Cracking. The rebellion had started. And she would crush it. She sipped her drink, her mind already forming the plan. Alex was dead. Someone had moved against her. She had built this empire from nothing. And she would kill anyone who tried to take it from her. The war had just begun. And Evelyn Hawthorne never lost. *** To be continued