Original Grace Novels & Stories

She put her right leg on top of her lap, then, she sipped on her cup. “And I already prepared myself to give you all an explanation about Ophra and her grace, Ophiuchus. You need to know the truth, especially Lotus and Vela, because the creation of Ophra’s grace was associated with the revival of their dead sister, Vixen. I and Archmistress Demia just kept it a secret because Goddess Lumia, their mother, requested us not to tell about this to anyone. But I think it’s time already for you to learn the origin of zodiac’s graces,” Archmaster stated that startled the siblings. Even us got the same reaction. However, after how many minutes, Lotus learned to withdraw his shocked countenance.

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

It was so sweet and intoxicating. She's here! Our mate is here! What do you mean? Mate? Yes. Remember when your dad talked about meeting your mom and knew she was his mate? A mate is a gift from the moon goddess. There's no such thing as... I couldn't finish my thought to my wolf with this fragrance so close. It was interfering with my thoughts. Find her! You might not get another chance! I stood and tried to look around but soon the fragrance lessened. Then it was gone. My wolf whimpered in my head and I felt a sudden empty feeling.

She suddenly reached over with a surge of strength and grabbed Tara by the shoulder. Tara wiped her tears and stared into her grandmother’s eyes, the steel in them making her sober. “There is a prophecy about our lineage known only to us. The other parts of the prophecy are missing except for the last line which says; for the last daughter of Osoro shall usher in a new era, darkness so thick the universe would tremble in fear, light so bright angels would bow in worship. The earth shall be lost except all twos return to one.” her grandmother said.

she murmured, feeling cherished in his embrace. Grace felt a rush of warmth surge through her as she gazed into Noah’s eyes, their depth conveying a sincerity that touched her soul. She nestled closer to him, feeling the comfort of his embrace enveloping her. With a soft smile gracing his lips, Noah continued, “It’s because you are all these things, Grace. Your beauty isn’t confined to what meets the eye; it’s in the compassion you show for others, the strength you possess even when things are rough for you.”

The old woman reached out to rest a weathered hand atop my own with surprising tenderness. "The Goddess has wondrous ways of elevating those who hold utter faith in her ineffable wisdom," she murmured, giving my fingers a reassuring squeeze. "You were reborn for this sacred responsibility through the sacred alchemy of Gabriel's seed taking root and awakening your true, exalted nature." I felt the pups shift and squirm beneath my palm as if recognizing the reverence due their conception on some primal level. A fierce protectiveness blossomed outwards from that nurturing core, easing away the last lingering traces of self-doubt and loathing.

They were silver, endless, and unnaturally calm. “I am the Origin,” the projection said. “The first.” Kai stepped protectively in front of Evryn. “First what?” “The original host of the E.V.E.R. genome,” the Origin said. “The one from which all others were designed. Including Ivy. Including Evryn. Including every synthetic-hybrid iteration birthed by the Pre-Seeding Council.” Evryn’s heart pounded. “I’m not a copy.” “No,” the Origin agreed. “You’re the anomaly. The deviation.”

But he forgot that the Origin didn't start with a hunt—it started with a Dirty, Bloody, Un-Optimized Choice to be More than the Teeth. I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Sacrifice. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike my child. I Struck the Hunger. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Natural Order" on the mossy floor. I didn't try to save my dominance; I Embraced the Fast. "I AM THE GIFT YOU CANNOT CONSUME!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Digestible Sovereignty.

Black The Origin Chapter 2: vision His father has dark green eyes, illuminated to his vision. His slowly falling into the pit of it… The blue Moon was high up in the sky, can be seen at the window near a young boy's room. The moonlight peering to his opened balcony. He was wide awake staring at his dark ceiling where he can barely see the panting of angels with white wings. It was a spectacular painting, full of magic. Angels or so they called the goddess was looking way high in light under the clouds.

They say God created this world and its people. They say He wanted nothing but peace towards his people. But what was he thinking? How dare He create us, alone, without a mother? I mean how would we have peace amongst us in a place without a mother`s love? Only she knows what peace is, that’s why without her presence, peace became an unknown word and every human had to live for themselves, from their own sweat. After the era of segregation, I thought everyone born that year to infinity was called a ‘born free’. But to give it a closer look, there`s no such thing as ‘born frees’ in this world we live on.