The Origin Novels & Stories

However, it was rumored that the country was ruled by supernatural creatures. While the island was hidden from the rest of the world, The Origins, who was known to be the first settlers and pioneers of the country, developed a genetic mutation that was carried by one or two parents and passed it down to their children. It was causing the porphyrins to build up in the body and harmed the skins and sometimes it would be on the nervous system as well. It was known as Porphyria, which later evolved the Origins to be enhanced beings.

Met her eyes. "I am Origin. I am what began everything. What made everything possible. What created the choice to exist or not exist?" He smiled. "And you are Hope. You are what love created. What connection was built? What choice became. You are unprecedented. You are unique. You are proof that creation is more powerful than I imagined. That love generates possibilities even I did not foresee. That something becomes more than I designed." Baby Hope smiled. "You made the Darks? You made Dawn and Dusk and everyone?"

"But something inside me has." Onyx entered next and stopped immediately. "Mine too." Tomas remained near the doorway. "The Circle called this the Origin." Silas glanced at him. "Origin of what?" "They never agreed." "That sounds promising," Kael commented. Tomas ignored him. "Some believed it was the origin of shifting. Others, that it created inherited memory. A few believed it was where wolves first became separate from humans." Darius frowned. "Became separate?" Luna looked back at the carvings they'd seen in the north: humans and wolves standing apart, then facing each other, then touching. Everyone had assumed the images s

She didn’t answer. I stepped beside her. Close enough that I could see the lightly pulsing shimmer beneath her skin—the flashes of gold of the shard that no longer just resided within her, but in a way, was her. “What is this place?” I asked. She finally blinked. “The origin tomb.” The name fell heavily. “Origin?” She turned to me, and for once, there was something brittle behind her expression. “Before there were shards. Before Kaelen carved bloodlines. “This is where they stored what could not be rewritten.” My heart stumbled. “You mean them? The first wolves?”

he said softly. Evelyn turned slightly toward him. “And does that feel confusing?” He thought carefully. “No,” he said. “It feels like nothing is coming from anywhere specific anymore.” Lucien’s voice lowered. “So origin is no longer localized.” The First Existence confirmed. “Correct. Origin points are structurally invalid.” Rowan muttered. “So reality stopped having a ‘starting place.’” Serah glanced at him. “That is a simplified framing. More accurately, starting places cannot be defined.” Elara remained focused.

What has Wallace had something to do with this? When Justine read my confusion, he spoke. “Let’s keep this first to ourselves. Don’t tell others about this.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “It’ll just cause them to panic. And we’re not yet sure if this all was true. I’ll try my best to check every resource if this was indeed true.” “There’s a place… called Saratoga?” I asked. He heaved out a deep sigh. “Yeah, it’s a county state based on New York.”

"I mean, I'm sure Gran will help me figure it out." "Your grandmother is quite powerful and knowledgeable, Genesis, but I doubt she'd be able to help in this case." With my confused stare, he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Genesis, you were partially shifted the last time I saw you. I'm pretty sure your suddenly crazy power is because of the Oculus, a werewolf relic."

“He thought he was inventing the future.” Mason looked at him sharply. “You’re saying the idea for Origin didn’t start here.” Caleb closed his eyes. “It started as a reply.” The white field pulsed softly. Not triumph. Not threat. Confirmation. HE PROMISED ASCENSION. Origin took a shaky step back. “I was built from that,” she whispered. Ariana felt it click into place. Origin wasn’t humanity’s first step toward transcendence. She was humanity’s fulfillment of a promise. One made sixty years ago.

DR. FRANKLER GAVE MAVERICK a secretive smile before looking away. She didn't say anything, but she might as well have. I'd been so caught up in the doctor's story, I'd almost forgotten that it wasn't a story at all. She was teaching us the real history of supernaturals - the origin of supernaturals. And they came from a place called Nimbiru, which didn't sound like anywhere I'd ever studied. Maverick had suggested that we were missing the big picture, and he had a good point. Where the heck was this place?

"But the shadow, the void, the flame, they’re still out there. The Architect too. If the nodes are done, what’s left?" Lyra’s shard flickered, her voice, my voice, soft but steady. "The remnants in the city talked about a final place," she said, her eyes distant, like she saw the spires instead of cliffs. "Not a node, but a source, where the Veil began, not forged or found but born. They called it the Origin, hidden, not on any map, only revealed when the trinity, when we, are whole." Killian groaned, rubbing his bruised neck, his face grim. "Origin, nodes, tides," he muttered. "Why can’t it just be a cave with a big bad we stab? I’m over these mystical scaven