Start Again: A Prologue Novels & Stories

Caitlyn's POV, If I started this story telling you that I've always been a Fang. That it was some family heritage that my dad passed down to me when I turned sixteen and that it had always been an adventure, that would be a bloody lie. My parents didn't even know who the Fangs were till the day I told them I was one.I didn't join the Fangs because I was looking for an adventure of a life time. Neither did I join them because I needed to protect myself or my family. Those things came with the job naturally. I'm what the other Fangs call an Accident. Why? Cos I 'accidentally' stumbled on one of their own killing someone. I was twelve at the time. Trust me, it was traumatic and I still have nig

"Yes. Everything—from my outerwear to my undergarments—must be cut apart. I've already explained how it works. You won't hurt me, so don't hesitate. You're a follower of the Rebirth Sect now." That was their way of luring him deeper step by step. They really didn't want newcomers to have second thoughts, did they? It took nearly 30 minutes to complete the first step of the initiation. Pieces of fabric lay scattered across the floor, shredded beyond recognition. Yanny stood before him, entirely bare, her expression unbothered. Her eyes were clear without a hint of embarrassment or discomfort. "Now, we move on to the second step," she said.

She says. “So, Gabriel, hmm, nice name. Who’s this guy?” I ask. “Well, it all started when we got to the party, and we were sitting at the table. Chelsea got up to get us some drinks, then Tanner left me to go to the bathroom. I was sitting at the table all alone, then this guy comes out of nowhere and approaches me like a gentleman.” “Sounds interesting.” I say. “Trust me it was, we had so much to talk about, he wants to have his own startup Tech company one day.” She says.

He pushed them apart roughly and ran past me as he scooted off. I watched him run off in embarrassment silently and smiled. We were just getting started, Zach Livingston.

“Awakening.” --- As the sigil glows brighter, Alexander realizes Project Rebirth has only just begun and Elena’s awakening might not be something he can stop.

Ailduin points to the one I’ve been reading, “is the second.” Buppig looks thoughtful for a second before turning the page back one. “Read the first one, Princess. We call this one, 'The Rise of the Giants.'” “Call me Lily, Buppig.” I say distractedly. I look down and begin reading the first prophecy out loud. When those that have become more earth and animal Begin to rise again It will announce the beginning of the end And the peace within the land will wane. She will call to them and they will rise

I stood beside him, scrolling through layers of classified archives, my mind focused on the task despite the heavy quiet that had settled over me since the hospital. “Take me back to the start,” I said quietly. “How did this whole thing actually begin? No corporate summaries. Just the truth.” Shawn exhaled a long, shaky breath, his fingers hovering over the keyboard before he pulled up an older encrypted folder labeled “Genesis Protocol – Restricted.”

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

“With you.” Christopher nodded. “I gave him power. He gave me something better.” He reached into the skeleton’s coat pocket and withdrew a second poker chip. Black velvet. Numbered zero. Isolde’s breath caught. “Stage Zero,” Christopher said softly. “Where it all began. And where it all ends.” The lights overhead flickered. Sirens. No music. Somewhere deep within Velvet, a phonograph crackled to life. Strings. Waltz. A ghost song.

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