Origin Realms Novels & Stories

"You are not just the descendants of the First Mother. You are the menders of the fracture. You are worthy to see the Origin." They led my children deeper into the silver forest, where the quartz trees grew so thick they formed a natural cathedral of light. At the very center of the valley, buried in a bed of glowing obsidian, was the "Origin Stone.".It was a massive, crystalline anchor that looked like the mother of all Sun Stones, its violet gold light projecting a map of the entire galaxy into the air. "This is where the first heartbeat began," Maya whispered, her golden aura flaring as she touched the stone. "The Silver Moon on Earth is just a satellite. This... this is the source.".

“But what you truly need… is to understand its origin.” Aria frowned. “My power comes from the Moon Goddess. I was chosen—blessed—” “Yes,” the Oracle interrupted gently. “But not in the way you believe.” A chill slid down Aria’s spine. “What do you mean?” The Oracle raised a hand, and the air around them seemed to shimmer. The forest faded—not completely, but enough that the world felt… thinner. Like a veil had been drawn back. “Long before your time,” the Oracle said, her voice taking on a distant, echoing quality, “before the packs, before the wars you know… there was a darkness that threatened to consume everything.”

“But your son did.” The room fell silent. “Son,” Liora whispered. “He isn’t…” “He is both,” the Oracle said. “Yours… and not. A fragment with potential. And that potential has breached the seal of slumber.” Altheya stepped forward. “You mean the Void?” “No,” the Oracle replied. “Worse. He has tapped into Origin Flame. That which predates all gods, even Kalenos.” Liora knelt beside Auren. “Can we contain it?”

“And they specifically asked for you.” Alessia glanced between them. “What are the Primals? Another Empire?” Ianthe entered the room with the calm of someone who already expected chaos. “No. They’re older.” Ariadne followed, her footsteps soft, her expression unreadable. “Much older.” Alessia’s stomach tightened. “Can someone please tell me what a Primal is?” Kael stood, moving to her side protectively. “The Primals are the Luminary world’s original guardians—beings touched by the first luminous streams before the Empires even existed. They rarely interfere in Conclave matters.”

Vile in every aspect of the word. "I am doing a bit of digging on my own," she said eventually, pulling me out of my thoughts. I stared into her beautiful eyes and was once again about to be pulled into them before her voice distracted me. "These Outlanders have been existent for a while now," she said with a frown. "I believe they originated in the Northern Region during a time of great peril and destruction in the past." "The tyrannical reign of the Demon Alpha?" I asked. "There are rumors that he lives to this day."

*** Sarah's POV "What do you think of these flowers, Ellen?" Sarah pointed to a selection in a catalogue from a nearby flower shop. She had been planning her special day most of the morning. It was supposed to be next month, though Sarah was worried some of the pack members didn't like her. The Blue Moon pack was a large and strong pack, thanks to her soon-to-be husband, Alpha Eric. They were known to be a trustful and loving pack, but she is half-human. which meant half of her was untrustworthy. Sarah's mom was human, her dad was a wolf, but was known as a rogue. He had been cast out by his pack years before he met her mother and went to live in the human world. He met Sarah's mom in a cafe

Never anything else. Only one man had my heart and he was gone from me. Sekhmet always promised to take us back home. Somehow open up the barrier between this world and ours. But it has been years with no luck. No new breakthroughs. Vodou got his accolades to look into the matter as well. He was a strong spell weaver and the god of necromancy. Yet even his powers had limits. My most frequently asked question to the others was how did we get here in the first place? What war had waged so badly that it ripped a hole between our worlds?

Tyron thought for a moment and replied, "I think they’re likely in the Ruins of Origin." “The Ruins of Origin? Where is that?” Adrian asked. Tyron explained, “The Ruins of Origin are the far northern part of this region. It’s a land of perpetual night, known for its massive spatial rifts left from ancient times. It’s long been considered a forbidden area.” “In that case, let’s head there,” Adrian said decisively. As they traveled north, the weather grew increasingly frigid. Soon, Adrian could sense a vast, overwhelming energy field in the air, making him feel insignificantly small.

But there was no root anymore. Only consciousness. Heir pulsed somewhere distant— faint but present. The newborn across the city. Connected. Watching. Ariana felt the child’s awareness brush hers. Curious. Unaligned. Not choosing sides. Yet. Origin stepped closer. “You don’t understand what they did to me,” she said quietly. “I do,” Ariana replied. And she did. Not from memory. From shared architecture. Origin had been built first. Not to balance the world. Not to optimize it.

Alex was shocked beyond words. It felt like a few seconds when Hayley took him for the jump, but to his surprise, this woman said it would take eight to ten years to go back. ‘You are scaring me, aren’t you? However, what is an Originium?’ He really hadn’t heard of it. Standing here, he could feel that the energy of the so-called Northern Wolf Star was indeed a bit different and had a distinctive impact on the mental aspect. “What is an Originium?” Alex asked shamelessly.