Origin A Novels & Stories

She figured it was what he could do just to spite Arthur for his behaviour towards him. But then Ricardo entered a command on the keyboard and several layers of the code became highlighted in red. "That's why you haven't been able to pinpoint the beacon's location," he explained. "Apparently, someone accessed the system's source code a few minutes before the beacon went off and wrote a bunch of confusing commands onto it." "But that can't be, Mr. Disanto," Arthur countered. "The only way to access Olympus's source code is through an high-level clearance issued on site."

The "Spark of the Designer" felt like a responsibility rather than power. It sat in Kael's chest like a warm, golden compass, pulsing in a rhythm that bypassed his heartbeat and synced directly with the rotation of the galaxy. The coordinates it whispered-The Origin-Well-were more than just a location in space; they marked the literal "Zero-Point" where existence began.

My body felt numb, the electricity still buzzing in my veins. "Donor 04 is being processed," Aris said, dismissively. "He was a good match for you, but we can always grow another. You, however... you are unique. You are an **Original**." She turned the tablet around so I could see the screen. It was a map of Level Zero.

They were silver, endless, and unnaturally calm. “I am the Origin,” the projection said. “The first.” Kai stepped protectively in front of Evryn. “First what?” “The original host of the E.V.E.R. genome,” the Origin said. “The one from which all others were designed. Including Ivy. Including Evryn. Including every synthetic-hybrid iteration birthed by the Pre-Seeding Council.” Evryn’s heart pounded. “I’m not a copy.” “No,” the Origin agreed. “You’re the anomaly. The deviation.”

At the top of the file, printed in clear red text, was a name: *Maya Vane. "Your mother was the first true Seer this city ever produced," Vane said, his eyes softening with a rare, genuine emotion that looked terrifying on his cold face. "When she died, I knew that her power could not be lost. I combined her genetic code with mine to create you." My head began to spin. "No... no, that's a lie. I have parents. I grew up in Sector 4. I have a family!" "You were placed with a surrogate family," Vane corrected gently, taking another step closer. "A quiet, obedient couple who would raise you in a normal environment while I monitored your neurological growth from afar. I needed to see if your abil

But there. "The Origin," I whisper. "What are you?" My mother finds me there. "Seraphina, you have not slept in days." "I cannot sleep. There is something calling me. Something I do not understand." She studies my face, her silver eyes dark with worry. "The Origin is not a place. It is not a being. It is the source. The beginning. The first spark from which everything else was born." "The first spark of what?" "Of us. Of the wolves. Of the moon. Of everything." She takes my hands. "The Origin is where we came from. The moment when the first wolf opened their eyes and saw the silver light."

he hesitated, "finding the right place. Willowridge has a way of bringing things to the surface." "Is that why I felt drawn here?" I asked, the realization dawning on me. "Probably," Jace admitted. "Omegas have strong instincts, even when they don't recognize them. You probably felt the pull without understanding it." “So I just trust you and Nolan? Are you the only ones around besides the rouges?” I asked, trying to get as much information as I could. Jace sighed, “We are apart of a pack, Nolan and myself, we are Alpahas, but not head Alpha.” He glanced to the door before looking back at me, as if he heard something I couldn’t.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

"I think I'll go find him. Enjoy yourself tonight." I smiled at Nwabueze as Adam and I walked away. "Who was that?" I asked. "Nwabueze Oghojafor," Adam replied. "He's the Beta Superior over the African packs, based in Nigeria. His father, Orabueze, is the Alpha." I nodded. "He seemed nice." "He is," Adam said, waving at someone. "He and his father are very close allies of ours." "I thought Europe was your closest ally?" I asked, lowering my voice.

Rogues take pride in going towards their origin for help no matter how badly they are injured’ ‘Origin?’ I muttered in confusion what does she mean by this. ‘It makes sense Lilith. There is a point a center point where they initiated their agenda and they maybe refer it to as their origin so that no one can get the exact location. Have you seen that place?’ Hazel shook her head. ‘They have made levels and only certain levels have access to the origin or to their higher ups. We as beginners are just an ant for them to whom they can use as their shield. She was bitter in the end.