The First Order Novels & Stories

The crash shook dust from the ceiling. Silence. Just rain whispering through stone ribs. I limped to the edge of the hole. Below, the creature twitched once, glow fading. I dropped a rusted candlestick after it and heard the final shatter. “Blessed be,” I muttered, spitting blood. I stood there breathing smoke and copper and old faith. Every Order had its own flavor of madness; the Yanks built weapons, but these people? They built gods and chained them to graves.

"Why wouldn't I drink something Amelia bought? I just think you're not fortunate enough to enjoy it. Watch, I'll drink it right now." I couldn't help but smile. Clearly, she had no idea what was in the cup. Sure enough, the moment Olivia finished drinking the juice, I saw Amelia's expression freeze. Within minutes, Olivia's face broke out in hives. She scratched at her skin, confusion giving way to panic. "Why is my face so itchy?" she muttered, pulling out a compact mirror. The second she saw her reflection, she screamed and fainted right there in the classroom.

He gave a single order. A single fatal order. “Moonlit warriors…advance!”

“The first zone?” Philip’s eyebrows furrowed. “You mean the door controlled by the Nonagon is divided into different zones?” Fennel nodded and said, “It can be understood that way. The first zone is the most common area. Generally, those who can enter the door to learn are active in the first zone. Of course, even if they are only active in the first zone, they can still be a giant in their respective fields after coming out from the door and returning to society. Don't underestimate the world behind the door, even the first zone. There are many freaks inside.”

He trusted them enough that he thought that his help wouldn’t be needed anyway. And he was right­—about the plan part, the part about trust still had to be discovered by the flock cover in their shimmering plumage­—because the moment they read the news, they were already done with their chirps of briefing; they just had to improvise a few. The first one to leave was Von. “Are you sure you’re up for this? I don’t want to force you.” “Let’s see: easy, leisurely, and would give me time to grieve and seek justice—sounds like it checks all my boxes.”

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

But because she had ordered it. And for the first time in my life, I obeyed.

“If you’re with the Order, then you’re dead. The figure tilted his head. “Oh, I am much older than the Order.” The world tilted beneath me. Elias cursed softly. “Oh. Shit.” Dorian stepped forward. “You know him?” Elias let out a slow breath. “I know what he is.” The figure’s eyes shone golden. “Go on, then.” Elias took a moment before responding. “He’s the first.” The words hit me like a blow.

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

Heat surged, tension thickened, and Vanessa felt herself teetering on the edge of everything fear, love, lust, and trust all mingling in one combustible moment. And then, as if the universe refused to grant them a reprieve, a final message pinged on Alexander’s phone. His brow furrowed. “It’s not over,” he muttered, reading. Vanessa leaned into him instinctively, aware that the danger, the desire, and the storm between them had only just begun. Alexander’s jaw tightened. “The Order has just made their first move,” he whispered, voice low, dangerous. “And now… they know exactly who they’re dealing with.”