The First Sequence Novels & Stories

"If this is a joke ... it's disgusting." I looked up, searching his gray-brown eyes for even the smallest hint that he was kidding. But all I saw was calm, like everything he said was normal. "Sorry, Lane." He didn't even pull his arm away from my waist. His fingers traced the skin that had just been shaking under him. "But don't worry. No matter what, you'll always be my first Luna. Your status, your honor—none of that will change." First Luna? I shoved his hand away, like I was shaking off a cold, venomous snake.

Patient and continuous and entirely itself. A single notification. Appearing in the afternoon air above the empty road. Pulsing once. Quietly. [HOST FIVE: SEQUENCE COMPLETE] A pause that lasted exactly as long as the system required. [PROCESSING NEXT SELECTION] The light on the road. The fence. The circuit beyond it. [HOST SIX: SELECTED]

Killian said, his voice a low, emotional rumble as he looked at the First Father. "It is an evolution, little doctor," the First Father said, his voice sounding like the grinding of tectonic plates. The evening concluded in the Garden of the Firsts, a sacred grove where the essence of the First Mother was at its strongest. Killian and I walked through the silver moss with the First Father, while the First Mother’s essence manifested as a shimmering, violet wolf of pure light that trotted beside us. It was a romantic, heavy moment, a reconciliation of a fracture that had started before the first human walked on the earth.

Tracking. Aligning. Comparing. Then— She stopped. “…That’s not possible.” The assistant stepped closer. “What is it?” Juniper didn’t answer immediately. Because she needed to be certain. Needed to confirm what she was seeing. Again. And again. Then— “There are actions here…” she said slowly, “…that don’t follow sequence.” The assistant frowned. “Meaning?” Juniper tapped the screen. A command. Timestamped. Executed. Then— Another action.

“Because it requires something we didn’t have. Cooperation from the Source itself. It has to agree to the balance. Choose limitation over freedom. And ten years ago, it was too hungry. Too angry. It wouldn’t have agreed.” “And now?” “Now it’s spent a decade with Lena and the others. Learning from them. Understanding humanity. It might be willing to negotiate.” “Might?” “I’m ancient, not omniscient. We won’t know until we try.” The First worked for three days. Built a ritual circle around the monument. Drew symbols that hurt to look at. Placed crystals at specific points. Created something that felt wrong and right simultaneously. Finn helped where he could. Fetching supplies. Holding things

“I am not being controlled.” Kael froze. “Then what are you doing?” The First Father lifted his weapon. “Remembering.” Auren stepped forward. “What do you remember?” The First Father looked at him. “You.” Auren's expression changed. “I've never met you before.” The First Father smiled sadly. “That is what you believe.” Kael stepped between them. “Stay away from him.” The First Father ignored Kael. “Auren was there when the first universe was born.” Veyr shook his head.

Ivy looked at the screen, her eyes—one black, one hazel—widening in the first flash of genuine fear she had felt since the merger. "It’s not a who, Dante," she whispered. "It’s the First Pulse. The one they told us died in the womb." If Ivy and Dante were the "Results" of the second and third pulses, what is the "First Pulse" that has survived in the deep—and is it a brother Ivy never knew, or something far more monstrous that the Trust was too afraid to ever activate? (Watch out for Chapter 118) 💬 Add to library | Vote | please leave a review | Gifts

“That’s her.” Alina grabbed my arm. “Seraphina, don’t touch the console.” “Why?” “Because the original sequence doesn’t just read blood.” Her voice trembled. “It reads memory.” I froze. Gabriel slowly turned toward me. “Exactly.” The sequence changed. SEQUENCE COMPONENT ONE — BLOOD SEQUENCE COMPONENT TWO — MEMORY SEQUENCE COMPONENT THREE — AUTHORITY SEQUENCE COMPONENT FOUR — SACRIFICE My stomach tightened. “Sacrifice?” Gabriel nodded. “The original system required four things.”

Chapter 30: A Bond of Sisters Mikalya’s P.O.V I woke up one morning with an odd sense of apprehension gnawing at my mind, like an ominous shadow hovering over my consciousness. The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting patterns of light and shadow across the walls. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something significant was looming on the horizon, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what it might be.

|•CHAPTER ONE•| GERALD DAMON I was standing in front of the mirror, staring at my well molded body. God sure took his time to create me. Blue eyes, long nose, pink lips, breathtaking voice, well built muscles and abs, nice skin, white teeth I am literally praising myself. I feel like a small god, a flirt and a player. I have some ladies I call on to satisfy my sexual desires. They knew I would not like them back or end up with them, they still threw themselves at me like the sluts they are.