Novel Origin Novels & Stories

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His master was such an existence, and even among these legends he was highly respected. "He isn't a simple divine artefact. He is an origin divine artefact." Grandpa Winks' words were like a bombshell, one that left a shadow warrior who had long learned to control his emotions with a wide open mouth. Who could blame him? Origin artefacts were called divine artefacts but they were pretty much in their own league. With unique abilities that long transcended those of even ancient divine artefacts, origin divine artefacts had a history older than even the eternals themselves. They were present before the Universe Will was born, and their origins were a mystery. It was believed that they were mad

Boma fired back, reaching for his sword. “Which matron? Whose stupid matron.” “Jonas, please.” Elda held her hand up, making him return to his sitting position. “Your father has the blood of Osoro, true, but your mother was not a witch, merely a human. And that has contaminated the bloodline.” “Oh…” Tara nodded. “So who would be taking the post of the Matron then?” she asked. “The person who was rightly prepared for the post of course,” Anu stepped forward before Elda could reply, making her turn a frown of disapproval to her.

Chapter 8: When The Original Characters Changed What will happened if the original characters changed? The original female lead was changed into a transmigrator, the original side characters— her three brothers— was reincarnated and the original villain was also a transmigrator. Then what about the male lead? Her lips twitch. Actually, it was better if it's true.

He hadn't adapted to the conditions the Earth had placed on us; he was mortal here. "Get back to the underworld; I'll get the Chronicle back." I pushed him away, letting him fall to the ground. He managed a bow before running off with his head tilted towards the ground. This was truly bad news. The First Vampire Chronicle, "Lamia," is the first vampire origin book with the power to end and create all vampires. I had stolen it from the Guardian a thousand years back in order to prevent us from being wiped out of existence as we walked the earth.

"I'm guessing you'd also want to know how it all started?" Diana's eyes widened. “Yeah of course! We've received a variety of possibilities, but none of them seemed right. Some believe it was caused by a mutated illness, such as Influenza, while others believe it was caused by the government tampering with things they shouldn't have. Others believe it was more likely Divine vengeance." I looked at Justine and decided now was the ideal moment to inquire about the diary we had seen earlier at Fort Hamilton.

“Dr. J, why don;t you say specifically why we have you on this evening.” “I was hired originally by the Bloodhunter cover to create Nova 1.0 as it is now known. I also did much research from that which contributed to the Nova 2.0 creation as well, though at the time, it wasn’t to create a new drug focusing on werewolves.” “I believe that understanding Nova 2.0 we must understand Nova 1.0 and where it came from. If you wouldn’t mind going into the details that you know.” He nodded and shifted in his seat. We all did, our eyes glued to the screen.

Nothing had ever terrified him like this. Not war. Not enemies. Not death. Only the thought of losing her. Losing them. Alan watched quietly from near the doorway before speaking again. “The silver-eyed woman…” George’s eyes darkened immediately. “What about her?” Alan hesitated. Then quietly said— “She’s Firstborn.” Silence crashed through the room. Julia frowned weakly. “What does that mean?” Alan crossed his arms slowly. “The Firstborn were the original bloodline connected to the Origin Well centuries ago. They disappeared after the rebellion.”

“You were born.” Seraphina emphasized the word. “There is a difference.” Hope looked down at Nova. “Then Nova?” Seraphina’s expression became uncertain. “Nova is something completely new.” Hope gently touched the baby’s cheek. “She wasn’t created by the Architects.” “No.” “She wasn’t created by the Origin either.” Seraphina shook her head. “Not exactly.” Hope looked up. “What does that mean?” Seraphina took a breath. “Nova was created by a choice.” Hope froze.

The white wolf sat at the highest point of the city, untouched by the fire. Watching. “This isn’t a simulation,” I said quietly. Kai didn’t answer immediately. His hand tightened around mine, grounding but tense. I felt it through the bond, that split in him widening again. The part of him that remembered this place. The part that had stood here before. “No,” he said finally. “It’s the origin.” The word settled into my bones. Origin.The first mistake. The first creation. The first fracture in time. A howl split the sky. Not pain. Not warning. Summoning. The white wolf rose.