Embers Of Genesis Novels & Stories

"Alexander Carlos Rodriguez, CEO of Rodriguez Global." "Secondary verification required. Guardian of Genesis, confirm identity." Sonia stood straighter, a certainty in her posture that transcended her fragmented memories. "Sonia Martinez, appointed Guardian of the Rodriguez Legacy." The door slid open, revealing a room identical to the Lazarus chamber where they had nearly died weeks before. "Claire's working with outdated information," Sonia realized, moving quickly to the central console. "Carlos created Genesis after Lazarus—it's an evolution of the system, not just a backup."

Emma’s breath caught. “…What name?” The girl smiled slightly. And said: “Genesis Zero.” The forest went still. Even Mercer stopped smiling. Rachel looked horrified. “That designation was sealed.” Mercer’s jaw tightened slightly. “Apparently not.” Genesis Zero. The original. The prototype. Emma’s stomach twisted. “Where have you been all this time?” Genesis Zero looked past her. Toward the forest. Toward the hidden infrastructure behind it. “The world,” she said simply. Emma frowned. “What?”

He shook his head frantically, a rapid, almost comical movement, before giving a slight, instinctive bow, a gesture of absolute deference. No one knows who the members of the Councillium are. Only the Councillium members themselves, and their spouses, are privy to that secret. If one member has to step down or passes away, the remaining members gather and select the person who will replace the lost member. They won’t even have a say in who replaces them. It’s a closed, ancient circle of power. And my grandmother was one of them.

Having another Alpha in his territory was beginning to rattle him. “Let’s go, you will be hearing from us in a few days once we verify the documents.” Finnian said ready to leave the conference room. All this time, Sammy, Kierran and Patrick were on alert, especially with the way Eutychus was glaring daggers at them which they dutifully returned. It was going to take the moons mighty powers to make them get along. “Sorry to interrupt but I have a quick announcement. My family and I will be officially joining Genesis pack. We want to help raise our future grandson and give our daughter all the support she needs. That’s all.” Mrs. Reeves said and sat back down.

The four sisters—the Maiden, the Mother, the Crone, and the Chronicle—stood together for the first time in history. "The Holy Syndicate will retreat for now," Mona said, looking at the retreating white-and-gold jets. "But they have the data. They know the Genesis is possible. They will look for a new Seed." Elena stood up, leaning on Alexander’s shoulder. She felt lighter, the cold "Empress" part of her soul gone, but her resolve was stronger than ever. "Let them look," Elena said. "The world doesn't belong to the bankers or the creators anymore. It belongs to the survivors."

We entered the tunnels, dark, cold, cramped passages that smelled of concrete and chemicals. Kozlov pulled out a flashlight. "Your family's team will breach the north entrance in forty- eight minutes. We need to reach that location without being detected. Follow exactly." We navigated through darkness, Kozlov checking her phone's GPS, adjusting our route based on real-time updates I couldn't see. "How many Genesis children are there?" I asked as we climbed a ladder to a higher tunnel level. "Catherine created twenty-three total. Seven are dead. Sixteen remain. You're the oldest.

She knew about the Genesis group because his father was a supermarket entrepreneur. Most of the food, beverage and daily necessities, such as laundry soap, body wash, toothpaste, room cleaners and medicines, are goods produced by the Genesis group. However the Genesis group is the company with the most subsidiary companies that have many business fields. Genesis food production, Genesis household, Genesis pharmacy, Genesis fashion, Genesis hotel and apartment, Genesis hospital and health center, Genesis entertainment, Genesis education, and many more. Genesis is the third largest business empire in the world and number one in Metronime.

"You're a weapon. Designed, created, deployed. And tonight, your creators are taking you home." Euna's power surged. "I don't have creators. I have parents. Family. People who love me." "You have engineers. Architects. Scientists who've been guiding your development since before you were born." The leader's voice was fanatical. "And they're very proud of how you've turned out. Project Genesis is finally complete." "What's Project Genesis?" "You are." Before Euna could respond, more attackers poured into the room. Dozens. Enhanced. Coordinated. Prepared.

Genesis said before mumbling as he stared off into space. All of a sudden, Giovanni’s phone began to ring. He furrowed, pulling out his phone to see Benjamin calling, “Who is it?” Genesis asked as his brother looked up at him, “It’s Benjamin,” he replied before answering the call, “Hey, Ben, what’s u- Cries suddenly left the phone as Giovanni pulled it away from his ear, “What the-

Finally. Genesis turned back to them. Blood on her hands. Literally. "So. Where do we go now? Because fifty super-powered children and six traumatized adults make for interesting family dynamics." "We figure it out," Hope said. "Together. Like family does." "Family." Genesis tested the word. "Never had one of those." "You do now. Whether you want it or not." "And if I betray you? Use these children for my own plans? Become exactly what Father wanted?"