Genesis Lovely Novels & Stories

This must have been her plan all along. She stood before him and started speaking, "My name is Genesis. I've always dreamt of meeting you. I can't believe my dream came true. I thank the moon goddess for granting me such an opportunity. I've always imagined how handsome you'd look up close, and I must say, Your Highness, you've surpassed my expectations. You look like you were molded by the moon goddess herself. You look so great. Scary. Yet Truly handsome."

Genesis whispered to Elka, nervously smoothing a hand over her silk hunting tunic. Elka and Thayer were the first to cross the courtyard, and while Thayer slipped toward the feast hall to pour honeyed mead, Elka cast an admiring eye over the candlelit hall. "How in the Goddess's name did you coordinate all this in forty-eight hours?" Elka asked. "During a moon cycle?" Genesis offered a faint smile. "Dominion gold clears every hurdle," she said, then winced softly. "That sounded completely arrogant, didn't it?"

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?”

Viviene tilted her head, patting the globe with her tiny palm before babbling something incoherent, a string of sounds that made Genesis giggle. "Do you know who Eli is, Vivi?" Genesis asked and then glanced up at me with curious eyes. My smile was tight, my throat constricting. "He's the one who gave me this gift," she added softly. She giggled, satisfied for the moment, then turned back to Viviene. "He cares about me a lot," she added, her tone almost boastful, as though the snow globe itself was proof of it.

The letter in Kaelen’s hand did not feel like parchment. It felt like a heartbeat slowed down to the speed of a whisper, a vibrating membrane of "Pure Intention" that carried the scent of a world Silas and Lyra could never truly touch. The glowing text didn't sit on the surface; it was woven into the fibers of the "Genesis Gold" paper, pulsing with a rhythmic, curiosity-driven light. DEAR GENESIS, I HAVE A QUESTION...

The aim was to get treasures without hurting people. That was James’ attitude. After all, the cultivation realm was cruel. It was hard to rise without obtaining resources. “Let’s go then,” said Gaius. He was greedy for treasures. His greed was further fueled upon coming to know the benefits of the Genesis Holy Herb. He said, “I wonder if there are Genesis Holy Herbs in this plane.” With a smile, James said, “It’d be hard to find them. The Genesis Holy Herb is rare. If rated according to quality, the Genesis Holy Herb qualifies as an herb of the Celestial Rank.”

The last line flashed PROJECT GENESIS – Lead Scientist: Dr. Alaric Graves. --- A violent explosion tore through the lab as Lucien shattered the tank. The liquid gushed out, and Subject X collapsed to the floor still alive. Its eyes opened black, bottomless. “Welcome… mother. Father.” Lucien froze. Evelyn’s body went rigid. “What the hell ” “I am Genesis,” it said, voice layered with whispers. “The offspring of your sins.” Lucien lunged forward, but Genesis vanished in a blur so fast it seemed to dissolve. Blood slashed across his shoulder.