The Origin Of Everything Novels & Stories

Blake replied, more curious. “Could it have something with you possessing the Power of Origin?” Michael asked. “Could be, since it was the Power of Origin that created the universe, maybe it also created the Scriptures,” Blake commented. “What? Do you possess the Power of Origin? How is that possible?” Bob called out in surprise. “Shit, I forgot you are here as well,” Michael replied and was about to destroy the face in the sphere. “Stop, I will never reveal this information. In fact, it may help you in your talks with Lucifer.” Bob replied, scared that Michael would destroy him.

“Feeding them all to the Hunger before it can expose more truths. Better paradoxical existence without origins than everyone learning they might be manufactured consciousness.” “Wait—” the First Keeper starts to protest. But Marcus is already doing it, reaching into every conscious being’s origin and extracting their beginnings simultaneously. Billions of beginning-concepts pulled from billions of beings and offered to the Endless Hunger all at once. The void entity consumes eagerly, satisfying itself on the feast of origins. And reality transforms. Everyone exists but no one began. Beings with memories of childhoods they never had, relationships that appeared mid-story, existence that has a

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.

"Your thing is your problem, and I'll strive not to intrude, but I assume you have a strategy for your sake. It'll be almost hard to get in, much alone go out." When he stated that, I sighed. He was right. There's a good probability we won't make it out alive. But it's also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so we had to take chances. We had to take risks. It's either now or never. It's whether we die we survive, and this is where we were going to change the origin of humanity.

"You never told us." Origin looked at him. "Because I didn't know." The city froze. The Architects stared. The Silences stared. Nova stared. Origin didn't know? That possibility felt impossible. The being who existed before creation. The mother of the Architects. The source of everything. Didn't know something. Origin noticed their expressions. And sighed. "You keep assuming I know everything." A pause. "I don't." Another pause. "I simply arrived first." The words settled heavily across the city. For the first time, Nova truly understood.

“Ok so this is what we talked about before, but I’m still confused. How can you be created by gods and be from, outer space?” “The powers of divinity pre-exist both space and time itself. For example, the big bang in layman’s terms is the concept that in the beginning there was nothing but dark and emptiness that stretched fourth throughout the world and that a hot spot of matter within this nothingness heated up so much that it exploded causing a mass expansion of atoms and matter creating the universe itself.” “Yeah, but what exactly does that have to do with gods.” I say further confused

Light from the moon fell in rays onto the wolf. ‘Blessed by the moon to be a blessing to the world,’ it said. It told of the origin of our kind. I’ve heard all types of origin stories before, but this one was new. Since the beginning of time, Gods and Goddesses have brought their own creations to life. There were certain foundational rules that applied. Only one creation per creator. Nothing was immortal but lifespans could vary. However, there must always be a beginning and an end. Also, nothing could be created evil with each creation being given free will.

“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.

“Yes, my fair lady, this world, is like a dote of light in a sea of darkness, with the creation energy focused on the center, like a sun shining with life. the furthest places from the center were those where the creation energy barely reached and dark one took over, the edges, or as you humans call them, the hells. I don’t know whether life existed before the dark energy took over and isolated our world from the rest of the universe or not, what I know is that there were no Gods, not the ones we know of at least, no humans, and no demons, there was but a single race, a common ancestor for the three of us, let us call them the originals, together, they lived in peace, with death being a rare

were summoned to step through. The "Origin" was not a place of light or a place of soot. It was a Linguistic-Workshop. Here, the laws of the universe were not written in math or metal, but in "Foundational-Narrative." Audrey and Lucas stood before a "Presence" that was both infinitely old and remarkably familiar. It took the form of an old, tired "Master-Smith" sitting at a workbench covered in the "Blueprints of All-Possible-Things."