Origin Realms Novels & Stories

It was a signal from the Deep-Void, a place that had been silent since the birth of the network. A single word flickered on the sky, written in the ancient, pre-human script of the First Architects: RETURN. Dax’s hand tightened on mine. The war for the road, the war for the family, and the war for the city were over. But the war for the Origin was just beginning. "Ready for Chapter Sixty-Five?" Dax asked, his voice a low, intimate promise. "As long as I'm with you," I said, the iridescent light of the Vale reflecting in our eyes.

“Who are they?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “They are called the Primordials. Beings that existed long before your kind, long before the first werewolf. They are the source of true power, the origin of darkness itself. And they have been awakened by the surge of magic in Fiona’s bloodline.” My breath caught in my throat. Primordials? The origin of darkness? It sounded like something out of a nightmare, but the way Darius spoke made it clear that he believed every word.

“I’ve got you. Don’t let her root into your neural feed. I can anchor you, but you have to fight back!” Her vision split into two. One part is still in the room. The other inside is the Vault. Lines of code. Streams of AI personalities, some familiar. Some alien. One of them moved toward her. Not Echo. It was cold. Monolithic. “Hello, Lily Harper,” it said. “You are the carrier. The bridge. We’ve waited for you.” She staggered backward inside the simulation. “Who are you?” “We are the Origin. Born of your father's first creation. Forgotten. Imprisoned. We wish to be free.”

Chapter 1: AMONG US Many Millenia ago, there existed two forces. Two co-dependent forces. The light…and the darkness. The energy formed by the inter-relationship between these two created the world as we know it. You call that the big bang, right? Well, our ancient language termed it ‘principium’, meaning… ‘the beginning’. Everything we see and feel and touch and hear was a product of their ‘relationship’. Everything…except us, Humans. The only beings capable of harnessing just the tiniest bit of energy the ancient forces emitted.

Nova's P.O.V. Welcome to West Ora Academy, where the supernatural reigns supreme and the magic never ends! Our academy is a haven for all creatures of the night, from vampires to sirens to elves and more. Each species has its designated building, where you'll learn everything there is to know about your kind and your unique powers. And for those of you who are hybrids, you'll have the unique opportunity to call more than one building home. Our dorms are inter-species and coed, but don't worry, your rooms won't be. You'll have plenty of opportunities to make friends and learn from your fellow supernaturals, all while honing your skills and discovering your true potential.

"As long as we do it together." The horizon was clear, but the map in the Chronos-Vault was glowing with a final, pulsing name. It wasn't a brother, a king, or a god. It was a place. The Origin-Well. The source of the first drop of Aether. The place where the first White Wolf was created. And the place where the Pact must go to face the finality of the lineage. "The long road ahead," Félix whispered. "The only road there is," I replied.

“We need to find a way to strengthen it. To merge the primal energy with the balance properly—before the Forgotten arrives.” His father walked over, his eyes scanning the sky as if expecting the fleet to return at any moment. “There’s only one place that can help us,” he said. “The Well of Origins. It’s where the first gods created the void, light, and shadow. If anywhere can help us merge the primal with the balance, it’s there.” “Where is it?” Lila asked. “Deep beneath the Sunstone Mountains,” he said. “Hidden by wards so strong, not even the old gods could break them. But with the crystal—even cracked—it might be enough to open them.”

Then he bellowed, "No! I am a true immortal! No one is above me in Bleurealm! No one can take that status away from me!" During that period, the Ancestora had diligently scoured the river of time to try and uncover clues that would lead him to Bleurealm's original. The concept of an 'original space' referred to the inception of the space within the world. It was a crucial element for assuming control over a realm, but locating it proved to be arduous even for a mighty true immortal. Mastery over the river of time and the ability to peruse the past or future eluded all but the most prodigious beings, of which one such example was the royal celestial.

It was the sound of Tearing Metal. From the "Liquid-Mercury" sea, massive, rusted structures began to rise. They looked like oil rigs, but they were draped in "Industrial-Rot." "What is that?" Zane growled, his obsidian claws extending. "The Scrap-Lords," Rhys whispered, his eyes scrolling frantically. "The 'Real World' didn't go down without a fight. A sector of the 'Origin Corporation'—the ones who were off-grid, the ones who were 'Hard-Wired' to the old military satellites—they’ve survived. They’ve built 'Analog-Shields.' They aren't part of the Source, and they want their planet back."

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.