Origin Realms Novels & Stories

Everyone wanted to be the next Luna of one of the most powerful werewolf packs in lycan history and they all gazed up expectantly at Zack, wishing one of them could be the lucky girl and the lucky family. Zelda was a man of few words and most times said nothing at all. But everyone understood his steely gaze and comprehended his expressions perfectly. This time, it was telling Zack to ‘go ahead’ and Zack did. He took one step forward and a blanket of silence fell over everyone of them. The hall had been silent before but now it was more. They all tucked their ears and waited, hoping it was their names or the names of their daughters that left his lips. “Fiona of the house of Nicoli is my cho

It was a place of unparalleled beauty and untapped magic, where the veil between the mortal realm and the mystical world was thin. Recognizing the potential of the land, Aqua's ancestors used their formidable powers to shape the valley into a thriving community, weaving spells of protection and prosperity into the very fabric of the town. They built their homes from the earth itself, using natural materials imbued with magic to create structures that harmonized with the surrounding landscape.

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Because it wasn't created by the Architects." Aria turned. "Then who created it?" The old Keeper looked at her. "Your original self." Silence. Aria stared at him. "Why?" "To open the final gate." "What final gate?" He pointed toward the mountains. "The Gate of Origins." Aria felt a cold shiver. "Where does it lead?" The High Keeper's expression became serious. "To the place where the first universe was born." Gabriel closed the book in his hands. "That place shouldn't exist."

The blinding light fades around me, and I open my eyes to something I have never seen before. This is not the Mirror realm. This is not the Void. This is Origin. I know this without anyone telling me. The knowledge sits in my chest like a warm stone. There is no ground beneath my feet, no sky above my head. Only energy flows around me, through me, inside me. It moves like water but burns like fire. My body glows now. Silver light pours from my skin, and lunar sigils shift across my arms and face.

Not even to breathe, it seemed. Nikolai steepled his fingers. “...Our species doesn’t originate from Earth. We come from a realm called Ezron.” His voice thudded in my blood, thick and rough, and I hated how my body betrayed me for it. I cleared my throat, biting down on my lip until I tasted iron. “A realm. Like…” My brows drew in. “…a fairytale dimension? Magic trees, dragons, and glittery unicorns?” His jaw ticked. For a second, I thought he’d leap over the desk and strangle me. A petty part of me wanted him to try.

Peru said and continued on his way as the women’s words of admonishment followed him. Their grounds were large, running into several hectares of land, with several quarters built for the other werewolves and their families. Originally named as House of Eni, H.O.E, after the first Alpha of the line, others have come to call the grounds Heaven on Earth because of the comforts and security it gave to every werewolf under the family.

Lord Peters reciprocated the crooked smile, clearly believing he’d won her over. “Of course.” Aria turned back to him, not wanting to be belittled by Morgan. “Lady Aria of Aesop.” She answered, speaking the name of the last place she remembered that felt like home. She had always believed she’d descended from there, since it was her earliest memory. Lord Peters smiled and bowed slightly. “A pleasure.” Morgan rushed to her side breathing heavier than Aria thought necessary. “I wasn’t expecting to see you.” “How could you hide such a treasure Prince Morgan? And where have you been keeping her?” Lord Peters grinned widely with rosy cheeks floating above his beard.

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.

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a