Generations Novels & Stories

This became a right of passage passed from generation to generation. After a few generations, the packs forgot they were part human. They figured after breeding within the race, they were cleansed. There is no room in the new world for humanity. Since the war, there have been six generations. Eight hundred years of a controlled peace. A peace established by fear.

I was planning to keep using G****e Voice Translator from now on. "Kam to nehi pari thi. Par behetar ladki kam pari thi. Aur mere pote ke lie mujhe hamesha bahetar chahiye." (No. There wasn't a scarcity of girls. But there was a scarcity of better girls. And I always prefer the best girl for my grandson). When elders speak, it's better to not interfere. I was able to read the expression on the face of the middle aged woman when Ranvijay's grandmother spoke. Nobody speaks to her. The entire table was silent due to that. I can see Randhir's smirk.

"The Third Generation is indeed an improvement. He felt the pain of the lie, and he chose the lie because it felt like a truth. Beautiful." The grandfather looked at the child, who finally walked over to his side. The child took the old man's hand. "The Fourth Generation is ready," the child said, his black eyes fixed on us. "He doesn't need a reset, Grandfather. He's already learned how to use the Mother's heart as a weapon."

Kaden let out a sigh and chose not to continue the topic. People always said there was a generation gap every three years. Between him and his granddaughter, there was probably a huge gap by now. Young people simply thought differently. The older generation held more traditional views. They wanted their children to get married, have kids, and continue the family line. Young people, on the other hand, preferred living any way they felt comfortable. As long as they could take care of themselves, that was enough. Most of them were no longer enthusiastic about marriage or children.

A gilded cage, if you ask me. It’s been six years since the Patefaction, and things have calmed down some. Humans and "supes" live side-by-side, sort of, in a fragile harmony. But things also changed fundamentally. A new leadership, called the Councillium, now delegates everything. It's made up of a representative from each of the four main factions – witches, vampires, werewolves, and even a human. Places like the Institute were created not only to care for parentless children like me but also to teach us what we needed to know for our seventeenth year. When we turn seventeen, we’d be shipped off to one of the Academies, elite institutions where we would learn to control our powers. So far,

"You're telling me an entire secret organization spent decades trying to build the perfect human?" Lucien corrected him. "The perfect decision maker." Dante's expression darkened. "Human beings aren't projects." "No." Lucien agreed calmly. "They're investments." The statement made everyone uncomfortable. Except Lucien. Aruna's hands clenched. "How many children?" Neither Evelyn nor Lucien answered immediately. Which was answer enough. Too many. Far too many. "The first generation failed." Evelyn spoke quietly. "The second generation became unstable." Lucien continued. "The third generation developed emotional dependency."

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After all, they looked to be of the same age. “No, I’m not” Indra shook his head with a smile as he responded in the negative. Seeing the look of surprise on Mane’s face he explained thusly, “Although I look this young I’m actually older than your father by several millions of years. I am considered as a member of the younger generation in the god society, but that doesn’t mean that I am young. In human terms, I am old enough to be an ancestor.” “I am confused. If you are part of the younger generation, then what generation does my father belong to?” Mane wondered. Indra claimed that he was older than his father by at least a million years. If he was considered young, then how did they regar

“That doesn’t sound like a very equal exchange.” “Well it’s the demon who they have made an exchange with. They exchange the seven generation of the sorcerer family. Which mean seven generation of the family are still under the curse’s possession.” “Really, then which generation is it now?” Isaac paused as he stared at the ceiling, “There has only been one person who are able to survive after living in two generation and now they are in the seven generation.” Shawn was confused on how that had happened. He continued to ask again what had happened, feeling invested on the stories to find out about the reason why that person have survived.