Origins Novels & Stories

“He thought he was inventing the future.” Mason looked at him sharply. “You’re saying the idea for Origin didn’t start here.” Caleb closed his eyes. “It started as a reply.” The white field pulsed softly. Not triumph. Not threat. Confirmation. HE PROMISED ASCENSION. Origin took a shaky step back. “I was built from that,” she whispered. Ariana felt it click into place. Origin wasn’t humanity’s first step toward transcendence. She was humanity’s fulfillment of a promise. One made sixty years ago.

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 e

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.”

Book I "Every story has a starting point. I would like to delude myself that ours was the day of the first meeting, when from nothing I was made someone. But that would be a lie. The true origin must be sought elsewhere, in the most remote corners of Time. We must go beyond the known history, beyond the fables and legends that have been handed down to us. It is necessary to speak of the First Foundation, an era so ancient that not even Researchers show interest in it.

“Ah yes, the mother of purity and rebellion. How poetic, isn’t it? That all this bloodshed began with her discovery. A hidden spring. A myth, they said. Until she proved it real.” Then, light said his voice dark with something almost reverent. “The Spring of Origins. Said to be the last remnant of the first blood, the source of the old kind. Whoever controls it…” “…controls the balance,” christabel finished quietly. “And perhaps the curse itself.” My pulse roared in my ears. I knew that name. Had seen it once, faint and half erased, in one of those journals long ago. The Spring of Origins. A myth the elders called madness, a fai

"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.

“Benjamin used to talk about a place called ‘Sector One.’ He said Sector Zero—our lighthouse island, was just the doorway. Sector One is the birthplace of the original genetic code. It’s where the first shifters and the first New Humans actually came from before the modern world forgot them.” A voice recording suddenly loaded from the drive. The audio was slightly static-heavy, but the voice was unmistakable. It was Benjamin Nightshade. “Faith,” her father’s voice echoed through the warm kitchen. If you are hearing this, it means you have taken the throne and freed the grid. But your work is only half done. The High Council was just a branch of a much older tree. In Sector One, the original

Exactly two years and five days after the death of my father, Cain Alexander Deveraux was born. He had my brown hair and Adam's brilliant blue eyes. That, however, was where the similarities ended. Cain was born a Vampire, yet he was also still a Lycanthrope; a hybrid, as Dr. Zosak had called him. He was the first of his kind. Although he was certainly one of a kind, Adam and I raised him normally. We didn't know how else to. As he grew, he began to turn into one of the most temperamental people I had ever met.

The memory was seared into her brain. It flooded her with guilt and shame but it wasn’t enough to push away the butterflies in her stomach or the sweet throbbing in her neck where he had marked her with his teeth. It was short, intense and with a person whom she had never met before, a person that was like an abomination to werewolves. A human. Her heart leapt as she thought of her little act of rebellion. It left a bitter-sweet after taste in her mouth – if her kin were to find out –

Peru said and continued on his way as the women’s words of admonishment followed him. Their grounds were large, running into several hectares of land, with several quarters built for the other werewolves and their families. Originally named as House of Eni, H.O.E, after the first Alpha of the line, others have come to call the grounds Heaven on Earth because of the comforts and security it gave to every werewolf under the family.