Novel Origin Novels & Stories

“…appears to be an Origin Book.” Cold spread instantly through the room. Even the sanctuary lights dimmed slightly. I frowned. “What exactly does that mean?” Order answered this time. “Origin Books are ancient records created before the kingdoms fully separated.” His silver gaze darkened. “They contain foundational knowledge.” That sounded dangerous immediately. Chaos snorted softly. “That is the polite way of saying catastrophic information.” Hunter crossed his arms. “What kind of catastrophic?” Silence stretched for one terrible second. Then Sol answered quietly. “It contains information on how to create bonds.”

Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy! I never expected to end up in this novel. What was this? Was I here to sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy? I felt like crying. I had just been venting! If I genuinely sued someone for bigamy, I didn't know if divine retribution awaited me. After all, according to the plot, the male lead have an extraordinary background. According to the novel, "Zephyrine Everlynn's" parents died in a laboratory explosion. Later, she was taken in by Quentin Bennett's parents, becoming the first person to cohabit with Quentin Bennett...

But it forgot that the Origin didn't start with a blueprint—it started with a Dirty, Bloody, Un-Optimized Choice to exist even when the world says you’re a Bug. I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Glitch. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Ziggurat. I Struck the Source-Code. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Narrative" on the glass floor. I didn't try to save my history; I Invalidated the OS. "I AM THE ANOMALY YOU CANNOT REPAIR!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Rendered Anarchy.

Ancients send their own people to 'nudge' the civilization in the right direction, the direction decided for them by the Ancients. World leaders, artists, people in different levels of power, all of them are sent to these worlds by the Ancients, to slowly get you ready for the end. For example, almost all of the monsters and demons that were portrayed in your "movies" are actual creatures and races found everywhere in the universe. The myths and legends foretold in your stories and scriptures are all real as well. Everything that you saw and experienced in your old world was chosen by the Ancients. Even clothing, languages etc were all picked out for you," she said with a serious face. She

"As long as we do it together." The horizon was clear, but the map in the Chronos-Vault was glowing with a final, pulsing name. It wasn't a brother, a king, or a god. It was a place. The Origin-Well. The source of the first drop of Aether. The place where the first White Wolf was created. And the place where the Pact must go to face the finality of the lineage. "The long road ahead," Félix whispered. "The only road there is," I replied.

“Who are you? How do you know who I am?” “My name is Nova,” the girl said, folding her arms. I am a Guardian of the Origin. We have been watching your little digital war in the lower world through the energy lines. Your father, Benjamin, came here years ago. He took a piece of our core DNA to create your Master Key system. He wanted to use our light to protect the people down there from their own greed.” “Where is my father now?” Faith asked, her heart beating fast. This was the answer she had been searching for since her journey began. She didn't say it but she never truly believed her father died.