Origin Realms Novels & Stories

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

“What does that mean? Unit 000?” Elara was already working the console, her fingers blurring. “I’m tracing the signal origin—it’s broadcasting from a region... that doesn’t exist on any known chart. Not even anomalous space. It’s as if the coordinates are referencing a time before the Seed Network was built.” Evryn’s lips moved before her mind caught up with the words. “It’s from the Null Origin.” Elara blinked. “The what?” Evryn’s eyes remained on the monitor. “A theoretical state—predating quantum existence. The lab called it the Black Epoch. It was considered a myth… a pre-temporal layer of unformed probability.”

"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.

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.

I said. Adam simply replied, "Then you're in for a rude awakening. Is he serious?" "So let me get this straight," I said. "You're going to drag me away from my family and friends because I'm your mate- which you seem to believe gives you some kind of ownership rights over me- and criticize me for believing in a system of order that has kept me alive my whole life. After which you plan on taking me to an unfamiliar place where I have to completely readjust, you being the only person I know. All that being said, I would

BLACK THE ORIGIN Chapter 5: Nerom The Magic Realm was led by 5 Elite Families under God. In the North-Eastern part of the globe were the Berhalkswaan Family and the Jaiden palace. One of the cities surrounding it was Leave Capital known for the Swordsmanship style of the East. Nerom is the only King rank in the east. "Hahh... haaa…" Gasping from the air, Alkhun was barely able to get up. Gripping the wooden sword.

“This is the world before the opening of heaven and earth. Who said it was all gray?” James seemed lost in thought as well. “The Chaos Essence here seems even denser than the Great Historial Land.” “The Great Historial Land is just the evolution of Emperor Yarden’s Golden Body,” Lesia explained. “However, here is Xyloria Kronosia Realm that has experienced the evolution of the Xyrisia Five Great Naturals. It is where the Xyloria Tai Chi condenses into human form, and also the origin of the Yin-Yang Aura.” ‘The Yin-Yang Aura! Does that mean this is where my darling truly comes from? Is this her true birthplace?’ Thinking of this, James asked, “Do you perceive any living beings?”

I stand on the realm bridge watching as the chaos ensues in the sea below. The sea of dreams is lighting up in orange smoke. There is barely a spot that's midnight blue anymore. Klara used to tell me about a time. A time when there was peace. A time when mortals could go to sleep and wake up the next day. With the Goddesses on the constant hunt for Rizor. The realms are left in constant chaos each passing day. The elders were selected by the moon goddess to watch over the night realm in her absence. The elders are more powerful than average jumpers. They are responsible for the training and the matching of jumpers.