Origin Realms Novels & Stories

She didn’t answer. I stepped beside her. Close enough that I could see the lightly pulsing shimmer beneath her skin—the flashes of gold of the shard that no longer just resided within her, but in a way, was her. “What is this place?” I asked. She finally blinked. “The origin tomb.” The name fell heavily. “Origin?” She turned to me, and for once, there was something brittle behind her expression. “Before there were shards. Before Kaelen carved bloodlines. “This is where they stored what could not be rewritten.” My heart stumbled. “You mean them? The first wolves?”

At the moment of the illusory Emperor Grand's death, Tadhg Walter threw his palm again, sixty thousand pieces of Origin Stone exploded, the rich Origin aura merged with the illusory Emperor Grand's illusory power together, rush into Tadhg Walter's body. Tadhg Walter's body shook. With this shock, Tadhg Walter's aura burst into excitement. In the blink of an eye, an Asura incarnation, Killing Religion incarnation, and the aura of living beings released. The entire world of origin began to tremble at this moment, and at the same time, countless existences in the entire world of origin were all looking in horror at the direction this aura transmitted. They all felt that the initially ownerless

Even dormant, origins were incredibly powerful and dangerous, the only ones who could activate and fully control origins were the individuals known as Regis. There were currently a dozen or so known Regis in Hyperion, and each Regis possessed an entity known as an echo, a virtual consciousness that existed within their crests, that allowed them to interact with origins. Not much is known about the original –the mysterious beings who made the origins— but it was understood that their entire civilization was completely wiped from the memory of the universe, with the exception of the origins. Most of the known origins that have been identified were discovered within ancient ruins and world lost

Time wasn’t moving. It wasn’t standing still either—it simply wasn’t. The space around Evryn and the team was a pale void, neither dark nor light, filled with suspended pulses of energy, like frozen thunderclaps. Coordinates meant nothing here. This was beyond mapped multiverses. Beyond the Phantom Line. Beyond the realm even the Inverted Flame dared not tread. This was Origin. “I’m not reading time flow,” Elara whispered, adjusting the sync-core of her Phantom sensor. “No entropy, no decay, no existence as we know it. We’re standing inside the beginning... or the end.”

"What did you find?" "The truth. About Lunas. About Alphas. About everything." Aria looked up. Eyes wide. "We're not natural. We were created. Bred. By something called the Primal Court. Beings from before time. Before reality. They made us. Shaped us. For a purpose." "What purpose?" "War." Aria read more. Faster. "There are realms beyond ours. Dimensions. Realities. And they're at war. Constant war. The Primal Court created wolves as soldiers. As weapons. To fight their battles. To die for their causes."

--- The First Beast turned toward Ariana once more. The silver cracks running through its body glowed brighter. "Listen carefully." She nodded. "The Heart of the Moon..." She waited. "...is not an object." Confusion spread across the room. Lucien frowned. "What does that mean?" The ancient Guardian continued. "It is a place." "A sanctuary created before kingdoms existed." Eryndor slowly closed his eyes. "The Sanctuary of Origins." "I thought it was only a legend." "Legends survive because truth refuses to die." --- Orion stepped forward.

"I can hear you both." I walked toward the edge of the plateau, looking out at the Wastelands. They were a flat, featureless expanse of grey salt and black stone. There was no life there—no trees, no water, no sound. It was the place where the Sisters of the Void originated, the "Original Well" of the Grey Erase. "Hala," I called out.

Finally, he released his grip on my waist and gently pushed me backward to sit back down on the chair. “Okay” he sighed heavily. “Okay?” I repeated, “Yep” he paused, blew out a breath, and began. “About a month before you woke up, we had some Weres visit. They came completely unannounced and with more Weres than a usual delegation. They were from a pack in Italy” Gunner explained, and I nodded along as he spoke. “The pack they came from is called Origin Wolf. History books say that the pack was created by one of the children from Lycaon, therefore they see themselves as royalty”

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

The morning light seeped slowly through the dense canopy above, casting long shadows across the uneven ground of the Temple of Origin. The ancient stones, cracked and worn by centuries of forgotten power, glimmered faintly under the glow of dawn. Ava Oakley stood at the temple's edge, her breath rising in misty clouds as she stared down at the pulsing crystal embedded in the earth — the very heart of the ley lines, the source of all magic in their world.