Genesis Cards Novels & Stories

He asked. Genesis was a smart guy; every suggestion and plan he gave me when I told him how desperate I was to get back my mate worked. Now I understand why Dr. Gatlin took him as his personal assistant. “The extra is to thank you for a job well done.” Genesis nodded, his face blank without a smile. I have been studying him since I met him, but I can't seem to figure him out, but most times it feels like Genesis was emotionally defective. The only emotion he felt was his love for money.

That sly, teasing tone was impossible to mistake. I tilted my head slightly, still keeping my eyes fixed in the direction Grace had gone. “You want me to chase after her?” I said. “Aren’t you supposed to be on my uncle’s side?” Genesis chuckled, the sound low and mocking. “So you know the relationship between her and your uncle,” she said, “and yet you’re still chasing after your uncle’s woman. Aren’t you a little bit bold, kid?” I finally turned, facing her. Genesis leaned lazily against the wall, a lollipop between her lips, eyes gleaming with amusement. She always looked like she knew something I didn’t.

The genetics consultation happened six weeks after we announced the pregnancy to our found family, arranged through Guardian medical networks after careful discussion about whether we even wanted answers to questions we were asking. Dr. Rebecca Torres specialized in enhanced genetics and supernatural inheritance patterns, one of the few researchers who'd documented cases where Guardian abilities manifested across generations. Her office was in a secure medical facility that served the supernatural community—people whose biology didn't quite fit standard human parameters. "Thank you for seeing us," I said as we settled into her consultation room, Damian's hand finding mine with familiar prote

Valerie, what did they take from sector seven? The Genesis Strain, Valerie whispered, her chest tightening with an intense, raw panic she had not felt since her days in the Blackwood dungeons. The central vault in sector seven housed the only active cultures of the Genesis Strain. Explain what that strain does, Valerie, Dominic commanded, his voice raw with sudden urgency. Why would the Council risk total annihilation for a single vial of medicine? Because it is not just a medicine, Dominic, Valerie said, looking up at him with absolute emotional intensity. The Genesis Strain is the only chemical compound in existence that can completely reverse and undo a fated bond severance. It restores t

He nodded as he glanced at Hades who simply nodded in agreement. "When I found Aubrey, he didn't want anything to do with me despite explaining what I was and how much he could get. A castle, wealth and become god-like." Hades began as he placed his wine glass on a tray that s goblin was walking around with, collecting empty winds glasses. "Even when I offered him money, he simply told me to get lost and that he doesn't like 'getting the easy way out' when it comes to having things. Either that I offer him a job or give him a task worth the money I offered, or else he wouldn't accept it." Hades sighed out as he ran a hand through his hair in irritation. "Despite telling him that he passed th

"You know me?" "I know your code," Cassandra took a step closer. The air between them crackled with intellectual electricity. "It's clean. Efficient. But predictable. Just like your father." "Careful," Alex narrowed his eyes. "Insulting my family is a health hazard." "I'm not insulting them," Cassandra turned her tablet to show him a graph. "I'm warning you. Genesis Corp isn't just selling anti-aging cream. They are building a neural network. And they are using this party to scan everyone's brainwaves."

Josephine got out of the taxi, paid, and stood in front of the building in awe. Genesis Group is a company that is included in the ranks of the top 10 companies in the world, so it seems only natural that they have an office building as big and luxurious as the building that towers in front of Josephine now. Josephine's legs wobbled slightly as she took a step. In front of the lobby, Josephine stopped walking because she needed a permit card to enter the building. Today is the second anniversary of the release of the most popular game created and launched by one of the game companies under the management of the Genesis Group and this has made security around the building even tighter, becaus

"That's impossible, Apex Holdings signed a ninety-nine-year lease for those patents. Who authorized this breach of contract?" The CFO, his hands trembling violently, passed the tablet down the long table. The glowing screen displayed the official court filing. "The parent company of Apex Holdings activated a dormant morality clause buried in the original contract. The parent company, sir, is the Genesis Institute. We are bleeding USD 10 million a minute on the open market."

he said. Jade smirked. “Let them. The truth isn’t a weapon. It’s a cage.” She held up the chip. “But this, this is evolution.” She slid the chip into a sleek black case and pressed her thumb to it. A hologram bloomed in the air, Adrian’s face, then Grace’s. Then dozens of others. Children. Soldiers. Scientists. Jade’s eyes burned with ambition. “I don’t need Ghost Protocol anymore. I have Genesis.”

a voice boomed from the gallery. Marcus Vane stepped into the light. He looked older, his face gaunt, but his eyes burned with a terrifying clarity. He wasn't just the auctioneer; he was the priest of this new, dark religion. "The code that once ruled our world was a ghost," Vane continued, his hand resting on the glass of the cylinder. "It was fragile. It was vulnerable to the 'Anomaly.' But the Genesis Protocol is different. It is biological. It is hereditary. Whoever owns this asset owns the blueprint for a human race that cannot rebel. A race that is coded to serve."