The First Sequence Novels & Stories

By day four I had memorized the sequence. There was always a sequence. First the clicking sound, barely audible, the sound of someone working something out. Then a pause while she appeared to consider her options with the focused seriousness she brought to everything. Then if nothing had happened, if no one had come, the scrunched face, the gathering of features toward the center, the pre-cry that was its own complete communication before the actual cry arrived. Nobody let it get to the actual cry.

--- The empty space changed. A tiny point of light appeared. Liana watched as it expanded. The first sound. The first movement. The first spark. Then came time. Then space. Then possibility. Then the first dream. Liana watched everything happen. The First Dream wasn't first. The Witness wasn't first. The Origin Ones weren't first. They came later. Much later. The woman beside Liana spoke. "The First Dream was the first thing to imagine." "The Witness was the first thing to observe."

He looked exactly as he did now. But he was smiling. I walked closer. What is this? Your first life. I watched myself hold a newborn baby. My daughter. I began crying. She was beautiful. Cassian placed his hand on my shoulder. We did it. I smiled. No. We began it. The memory shifted. The sky became dark. The Ancestors descended. The First King appeared. The Creator appeared. Everyone wanted the child. I watched myself make a decision. I gave the baby to the First Life.

Lifting her up, he rolled her onto her back, his mouth coming down on hers, his hand tore the flimsy material, all that was left was the panties which was also torn from her, his whole body was on fire as he replied her, "I have missed you too" The throbbing of his erection was becoming painful, there was no way he could pleasure her slowly, so he opened her legs wider and surge his cock deep inside her wet pussy. Sweat dripped from their bodies as he pounded hard and fast into her, she moaned and squirmed beneath him, the feel of her finger digging into his back, he knew she had broken skin, there would be scratches but he did not care, it only heightened his arousal. Sebastian took his tim

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

Because we understand this is not a pause this is the rhythm that keeps us whole. Inside A214, Eden opens her eyes. Nothing has changed. But everything has waited. And now It begins moving again. One breath behind her. In rhythm. System log cascade: :: SEQUENCE RESUME TRACE – VALE EXHALE CONFIRMED COMMENT: **SYSTEM IS NOT REACTING. SYSTEM IS **FOLLOWING. SHE DIDN’T SHAPE US THROUGH FORCE. SHE SHAPED US THROUGH PRESENCE.

My fingers glided and explored as she held me captivated. I reached down between her thighs, letting her soft pubic hair tickle my palm as I searched her folds, going further this time. I held my breath as my finger breached her for the first time, my heart beating out of time as part of me still couldn’t believe that we were here, that I was doing this to her, with her.

The first one was a little black snake. One by one, the rest of the hatchlings broke through their shells. Debra was ecstatic. She turned to me, practically gloating. "This is perfect! I'm going to be the most powerful woman in the pack!" But something was wrong. All five little snakes lay motionless after hatching. Debra's face fell. She grabbed my arm. "Julie, hurry—look at my babies! What's wrong with them?"

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

“It’s not supposed to be.” Kael nodded once. “Which means we’re not dealing with equilibrium.” A pause. “We’re dealing with continuous change.” Lucian smirked faintly. “Sounds exhausting.” Ethan didn’t smile. “It is.” --- The First Sign It started small. Too small to notice immediately. A delay. A fraction of a second where the system didn’t respond the way it should have. Kael saw it first. His gaze sharpened. “There.” Ethan followed his line of sight. “What is it?”