Genesis Novels & Stories

On her third wedding anniversary, Sophia stands beside her husband—only to be erased. Before the entire pack, Alpha Marcus announces that he has found his true fated mate. The cheers are deafening. The betrayal is public. And Sophia, once Luna, is expected to step aside with grace while her replacement, Lila, plays the innocent victim. Marcus pleads for understanding. Lila smiles through false tears. And Sophia, humiliated but unbroken, does the unthinkable—she severs the bond and walks away. But betrayal doesn’t end with rejection. Moments later, Sophia collapses in excruciating pain, poisoned by the very wine Lila offered her. As death closes in, she uncovers the darkest truth of all:

�� 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘀. 𝗔 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱, 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱: "𝗦𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗠 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝟭%. 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗪 𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦."

Needed to be used. I did not know how dangerous that need would become.

"To create a chimera." "Worse," Maya corrected, pulling up the final encrypted text file. She swiped it across the screen, highlighting a specific paragraph at the bottom of the Coalition manifesto. I leaned closer, my golden eyes scanning the bright white text. Project Genesis. Goal: Synthetic Aurelian Synthesis. Hypothesis: The Aurelian strain possesses absolute immunity to hierarchy mechanics. By fusing the dominant traits of thirty regional Alphas into a blank, biological vessel, the resulting subject will achieve kinetic and neurological parity with the extinct Aurelian bloodline. Status: Gestation complete. Awaiting awakening protocol.

The message changed. PRIMARY CORE DESTROYED. SECONDARY CORE ACTIVE. Ethan's face went pale. "There's another one." Victoria nodded slowly. "No." Ava turned toward her. "Where?" Victoria looked terrified. "Not here." "Where is it?" Victoria's eyes moved toward Ava. "Inside the place where Genesis was born." Ava frowned. "Where?" Victoria whispered, "New York." Then every screen went black. A final message appeared. GENESIS 2.0 ACTIVATED.

"I mean, I'm sure Gran will help me figure it out." "Your grandmother is quite powerful and knowledgeable, Genesis, but I doubt she'd be able to help in this case." With my confused stare, he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Genesis, you were partially shifted the last time I saw you. I'm pretty sure your suddenly crazy power is because of the Oculus, a werewolf relic."

Jabari and Musa looked down at their paralyzed king. "Genesis is an algorithm. It calculates the path of least resistance," Baraka wheezed, his violet eyes flickering weakly in the red flare light. "Right now, the path of least resistance is digging upward through the rubble. It will take days. But it will dig out. And when it breaches the surface, the UN blockade fleet will re-acquire its signal."

“No corporate spin, no cleaned-up board briefings. Give me the unvarnished truth of how this nightmare began.” Shawn exhaled a shaky, ragged breath, his chest heaving as if the air in the room had suddenly turned to liquid lead. He reached over, his arm stiff and uncoordinated, to pull up an older, deeply encrypted folder labeled Genesis Protocol – Restricted. The icon flickered on the screen like a dying star, a digital gateway to a twenty-year-old nightmare that had finally come to collect its due.

"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."

I ripped my interface cables from my rig, but my hands were shaking so badly from the heat I dropped them. "Focus, Mia," I gritted my teeth, falling to my knees and snatching the cables from the grate. I jammed the jacks into the terminal. The Origin-Code in my blood screamed as I connected directly to the beating heart of the Genesis Protocol. The Founder architecture was ancient, heavily encrypted, and fiercely aggressive. It immediately launched a localized counter-hack, trying to burn out my data-deck and fry my cerebral cortex. < WARNING: NEURAL FEEDBACK IMMINENT. SYSTEM PURGE INITIATED. >