The First Order Novels & Stories

Please don't make my hopes get high. We sat near at the wall and we sit across each other. The waiter came and takes our order. "This this and this" I saw Oliver pointing on the menu then he look at me. "You want something to order?" He asked me. "Just-just please order for me" I stuttered. I am the most horrible person in the world dot "Then can you make it twice?" he asked the waiter and the waiter nodded. The waiter left us and again I can't look at his face. I am so nervous.

“Claire, I’ve been following everything online. You’ve got so many people rooting for you. It’s amazing to see everyone come together like this.” Claire smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thanks, Soph. We’re doing everything we can. We just hope it’s enough.” But just as things seemed to be gaining momentum, the family hit an unexpected setback. Claire was at the shop when she received an email from the town council’s lawyer. The subject line alone made her stomach drop: **“Cease and Desist Order.”** Claire quickly opened the email, her eyes scanning the legal jargon. The council was demanding that they stop the petition and public campaign, claiming that it was misleading and disru

Take slow, not fast nor slow steps to your office, gently raise your hand to press on the familiar fingerprint unlock, the sound of successful unlocking is also heard. As he pushed open the door to the screen on his phone and connected to someone on the other side of the screen, Laetus didn't rush up to hear what the other party had to say, he just closed the door to his office and then turned towards the sensor and then raised his voice. "Rasta, open the system."

I muffled a smile trying to spread across my face, "Not until I have my orders." She let out a shaky, half-strangled sound, "Your orders are that you’re going to get a massive crick in your neck if you stay down there." A tiny, reluctant breath escaped my own lungs, the first genuine relaxation I’d felt in days. "I am entirely prepared to suffer a crick," I informed the hem of her dress, "I deserve a crick. Give me the order, Maddie." Her fingers tightened lightly on my neck, just a hint of pressure, "Fine. Order number one: You will stand up because I need to look at your face to determine if you’re actually pathetic or just putting on a show."

She trusted Niko more that he had been doing something to prevent her uncle from the datings she had been up to until now. 'Thank you Niko.' Reca said in her thoughts and fell deep asleep. After a days have passed. Niko went back to the chamber to recieve his first order as an Arial. When he entered the facility, a superior called out his name. "You must be Niko," he said while he approached him. Niko nodded. "You've been called in the Death Chamber," the superior said. There were not much people in the regular place. A lot of offers must have been released for the first month but Niko wondered why he would be called in the Death Chamber.

She blinked, she stared harder at the first picture she saw in the folder. "I... I—I don't understand, Argus." She is confused by the picture in front of her. "That's Hawthorne Salvatrix." He even said that it was as if she could not see that. "How?" She swallowed down a gulp, her heart pounding so hard. "He looks like... Like... Hayes—Hayes Xavier." "Miss Nina." It's Soleil who was just standing at the corner. "Maybe it's just some misunderstandings."

Cassian muttered, “Okay, that’s somehow worse.” Ronan’s voice was hoarse. “Then who—?” The figure’s gaze fixed on Lyra—sharp, assessing, ancient. “I am the First.” Silence detonated across the ridge. Not a gasp. Not a whisper. A stunned, soul-deep silence. Malachai staggered a step back. “The First Blood… the origin of the Oath…” Cassian’s jaw dropped. “Wait. I thought that was a myth. Like ‘don’t eat raw deer, you’ll get worms’ kind of myth.”

But this time, I didn’t lose myself. I used it. The fire answered to my pain, not hers. To my will, not her memory. I turned enemies to ash and left the ground glowing where I walked. But it wasn’t enough. Because as the last of the Order fell to their knees— The First Flame stepped forward again. Untouched. Unafraid. Unleashing her full divine form. Wreathed in light that bent the sky. “I was trying to give you a choice,” she said. “But now…”

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.”

"Never say never, nephew. When they have Sera screaming on a silver rack, you'll give them whatever they ask for. I know you. You're too much like your father—willing to sacrifice everything for one person." Dante stands abruptly. "I've heard enough." "Have you? Because I haven't told you the best part." Victoria's smile is terrible. "The Order's first phase begins in six months. Coordinated strikes on every major pack in North America. They'll kill the alphas, scatter the packs, create chaos. By the time the inter-pack council realizes what's happening, it'll be too late." "We'll warn everyone." "Who'll believe you? A young alpha whose council was corrupt, whose aunt was a traitor?" Victori