Prime Originator Novels & Stories

Hershya got up and then sat in a lotus position on the ground, with James sitting beside her. “You said you’re one of the first batch of living beings born in the Human Race’s Ancestral Site. Does that mean you’re one of the Primogenitors of the Human Race?” he asked. Hershya nodded gently and said, “You can say that. However, humans don’t rely on mating for reproduction. Human beings are constantly born within the Human Race’s Ancestral Site. As long as a human is born in the Ancestral Site, they can be considered a Primogenitor. From what I know, many batches of humans have been born in the Ancestral Site by now.”

“You are a continuation point.” My chest tightened slightly. “…What does that mean?” Bryan answered before Carter could. “…It means the system recognizes you as part of its original structure.” Dominic’s voice cut in immediately. “That’s not recognition. That’s manipulation.” The Origin Reveal (True Plan Fulfillment) Carter responded to Dominic without tension. “Interpret it however you need.” A pause. “But it remains true.” The environment shifted again. Deeper layers of structure surfaced. Not history in storytelling form—but governance records, authorization chains, foundational system designs.

Something almost… personal. Elena looked at her. Not as a variable. Not as a node. But directly. And said softly: “If I dissolve… you will lose your origin anchor.” Ama’s breath caught. “My what?” Arthur answered, voice strained. “Your origin anchor is the last verified stable identity that validates your existence chain…” Gabriel snapped, “Speak normal!” Arthur shouted back, “It means she won’t know where she came from anymore!” Silence hit like impact. Ama looked down slightly.

"WPA?" "Werewolf Protection Agency," She turned her turn signal on to go left. "I was appointed your guardian from the beginning. It started out from afar. I would get updates from the social workers at the time. They didn't know your background so it was through dcs. But when you got of a certain age, I knew you would soon start hearing your wolf. Or start seeing or feeling differently. So, I took over. That's when your case was transferred to WPA." She turned right.

"You're certain?" "Yes, because I built the origination structure myself," Jovan said. "VC-09 is a middle management authorization code. It cannot originate at ownership level. Whoever told you it did either misread the documentation or was given documentation that had been altered." The room was quiet. I looked at Jovan. He was looking at Greco with the pleasant expression he wore when he was being serious and did not want people to know he was being serious. He had not hesitated. He had not looked at me. He had known the answer before the question finished arriving.

It was like a reflex action, and I had no control over those words that came out before I could even think of asking them. "Of course sweetheart," "Why are you in your first year again?" "Oh that! Actually, I fucked up last year. I didn't get a good result so I convinced my parents to let me repeat the year." I nodded. "Oh!" I didn't have anything else to say. "Your parents went already?" she asked, settling down on the sofa again. "Yeah, actually I'm from North Carolina and it is two hours away. They wanted to reach home fast so they left just around ten minutes back."

my PR director answered almost immediately. “What is this?” I asked, scrolling past another headline, struggling to keep my voice even, even though I wanted to explode. A pause. “We didn’t issue anything, Mr. Dhark.” The PR director answered. My hand stilled. “You’re telling me this didn’t come from us?” “Yes, sir. We’ve been monitoring it since early this morning. The initial push came from external sources.” He explained. “Which sources?” I questioned. The director paused again— longer, this time.

He took his seat on the bed and began to work on some files. “Did you see your mother? She went out looking for you. I told her you went for the pack meeting but she insisted on going out to see you.” She sat beside him. “Is everything alright?” “Everything is fine. I’ve seen her and we’ve talked.” Fiona nodded. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” Zack gazed at her. “Like?” “For starters, that you’re searching for Gwen. Why am I just hearing this?” “For starters Fiona, I do not report to you. Gwen is a part of this park and if something happens to her while in the wild it would be on all of us. We take care of one of ours.”

I recalled his sweet words, his embraces, and his promises… Memory after memory drifted through my mind, but none stirred anything in me. Compared to his "Priority above everything" for Vivian, they felt like a joke. When the first trace of sunlight broke through the clouds, I dialed his number one last time. This time, his phone was turned off. I stared at the screen and scheduled a timed email to be sent to him. Inside, I attached three things. First, a photo of the hospital order stating, "Prioritize treatment for Vivian."

This one has just… existed. I pull up the oldest refill record I can find, then cross-reference it with my father’s old address book entries in my head—Dr. Holloway, Dr. Greer, names I remember hearing when he thought I wasn’t listening. I jot them down. Then I open a new document titled: MEDS ORIGIN — CARTER. I pause, fingers hovering. This is insane. Also: I’ve built entire defenses on less. I type the first line. Who prescribed it initially and why?