Novel & Cerita The First Order

I said as I stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at him in the living room. He put the pen down and looked at me, giving me a soft smile. "No matter what, I want to give you the best, Ms. Caldwell. I know you might not have feelings for me, but you always come first in my heart." As our eyes met, I felt a fleeting pang in my heart, something I hadn't felt in a long time. "You don't need to feel burdened," he continued with a gentle smile. "Just focus on being a beautiful bride."

The man who just moved look up him and open his mouth to speak. "We just received the order. But one who ordered us didn't say more details." The man said while trembling. "And who that was?" "I'm sorry, ugh!!" The man whine when he attack his gland again. "W-we, we didn't the person's face, I swear! That person just gave us money and the picture of your Omega. If we knew that he's your Omega, we will never touch him. Please spare us sir." The man tearfully said.

“And I will reclaim the world they tried to cage.” The march began that night. --- The first deaths came like whispers. Scouts torn apart. Borders breached. Entire packs erased before dawn. When the signs could no longer be ignored, the Order stirred from its long vigilance. This was not the fractured shadow of Orders that would come later. This was the First Order. Led by ancient Alpha bloodlines—foremost among them, House Draven. The Sun Wolves. Wardens of balance. Hunters of monsters—even those born from their own mistakes.

The full moon hung high, and the crystal shimmered with a dreamlike glow. Smiling, Ethan took my hand. "This is where we had our first walk together. I wanted to make you a proper promise here." He went down on one knee and took out a ring. Instead of a diamond, it was set with a moonstone carved into a wolf totem, strikingly similar to the crystal my grandmother had left me. "Melissa, I promise to cherish you always. I promise to give you freedom and a place to lean on. I promise that no matter what the future brings, I'll stand by your side."

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.

“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.

A distant rumble echoed through the earth. Everyone froze. Cassian slowly reached for his sword. “Oh come on.” The First Memory raised a hand. “Not yet.” The rumble stopped. But the warning remained. The First Memory looked at Nova again. “It does not see you as an enemy.” Nova frowned. “Then what does it see me as?” The answer came slowly. Carefully. “As a missing piece.” Silence. The implication was immediate. The First Silence was not trying to destroy the world. It was trying to restore itself.

She was still looking at Michael as he checked the peephole, he wore a stripped shirtsleeved shirt on a pair of jeans, at that time Sophia met him, he was a dream come true for her, Michael was about six feet tall, dark in complexion and broad shoulders, he was the CEO of Classic, the best NYC magazine company, he was the kind of man many ladies will throw off their home training for, with his dressing, and his killer smile, Michael was the perfect description of a male God. He and Sophia loved each other and were always together at the beginning of their relationship, when she informed him that she was pregnant, he was extremely happy, he suggested they get married quickly, and Sophia gave

I smiled as I reminisced the first time I met my true family "I was strolling through the woods when I had caught the strong scent of blood. Strangely enough, even though some part of the scent repelled me, most of it called to me like a moth drawn to a flame. I followed the scent and found a 12 year old wolf lying in pool of her own blood. I am used to blood due to my nature but it was the first time I was terrified to see it. I didn't know what to do and she was losing consciousness fast. I had the strangest urge to protect her, to save her. There was one way but our bloods could never truly be as compatible." Alex started