Genesis Angeal Novels & Stories

“It scans us. Jada, Plant does not identify us as intruders. It identifies us as... Resources. I looked at the monitors. The data streams were not cryptic codes more; they were anatomical cards. They showed the genetic structure of all of us – my, Kaels, Novas, Silas’ and even the Abyssals. “They create something,” I whispered while my hair stood to the mountains. “Genesis zero is not a mere terraforming machine. It is a biological 3D- Printer. The consortium wanted not only to heal the earth – they wanted a new Design humanity. One that doesn't make mistakes. One who executes their orders.”

For the first time since the war ended, both ancient beings looked alarmed. A voice echoed across the city. Deep. Ancient. Impossible. A voice older than reality. You thought wrong. Silence. Absolute silence. The sky darkened. A golden crack appeared in the heavens. Not silver. Not darkness. Gold. Brilliant. Terrifying. The First Memory stepped backward. "No." The voice echoed again. Closer this time. Genesis has awakened. The heavens split apart. Golden light poured across the world. And from beyond reality itself, something began to return.

He tilts his head as though to say, "Name me?" I smirk. "We need to call you something, little dude." I can feel his thoughts rushing through me as he sends me his name. I guess he had it picked out before we knew him. How that's possible I don't know, but it is. Rockledge speaks up, "He wants his name to be called Genesis, since he is the next creator." I look at Rock, not sure I'm understanding him correctly. "Are you telling me that Iris birthed a freaking god? Are you telling me that she was considering aborting a freaking god?"

"Leo!" Elena’s voice didn't travel through air; it rippled through the fabric of the Aether itself. The boy suspended in the web of golden threads didn't turn his head. His eyes were wide, the pupils replaced by spinning constellations of data. He was the Genesis, the bridge between the biological past and a digital future that Silas Northwood had spent lifetimes trying to build.

"Good evening ladies and gentle men, gods and goddess." The oracle of life suddenly faded into existence at the alter, slowly shaping in self into a white feminine figure. "We are all gathered here today to celebrate a remarkable upcoming, the upcoming of a new being into the immortal realm. Many of you know that by now, that this being belongs to one of our deities, Aubrey." The oracle smoothly motions her hand, as though moving gracefully in water as she points towards Aubrey who stood up and placed his wine glass down to the table.

This story about love between an Angel and a human. This world made with innumerable magic and history. which is manage by God and Angeles. This story about an angel one of them. One day some Angeles talked about the earth. some of there traveled on the earth and they shared their experienced to each other.There were an Angel Arin was just listened them and said I wanted to go on the earth.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

"You are too powerful!" Ansley still had a lingering fear in her heart. Lucas gave an order to the Apocalyptic Legion, "The Apocalyptic Legion, go and integrate the zombies." ... The Apocalyptic Legion heard the command and headed in different directions. ... Lucas suddenly asked Ansley, "By the way, who are you?" He thought that Ansley, a Rank 2 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters and a genius among geniuses, must be a child of some great power! "I am from the Northern Wastelands Alliance!"

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

EZRA The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence but it wasn’t the good kind, or the peaceful, birds-chirping, Sunday morning kind. This was filed with silence, like someone had pressed their hand over the whole house and told it not to breathe. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My mouth tasted like metal, my back hurt from sleeping wrong, and my stomach was a pit of nerves. For a second I thought about just packing up and leaving—money or not, this wasn’t worth my sanity. But then I remembered Lilian’s face, her voice reminding me about the contract. I’d signed my life away for a paycheck.