The Origin Of Everything Novels & Stories

“Then who created me?” Silence. Her mother finally whispered: “You did.” Elena frowned. “That makes no sense.” “You created yourself.” Adrian stepped closer. “How?” Her mother looked at him. “Through the fourth life.” Elena’s head began spinning. “I don’t understand.” “You were the original consciousness.” Her mother pointed toward the doorway. “You existed before the Source.” “You were the first being capable of creating life.” “And when you realized your own power was destroying everything around you…” She paused.

The Origin. Then he saw something else. A child. A very young child. Standing beside it. The child looked exactly like Auren. Kael's eyes widened. “No…” The vision changed. The child reached toward the Origin. The Origin created the first universe. Then the child disappeared. Kael gasped. “Auren…” The boy looked at him. “What?” “You've been here before.” Auren's face went pale. “I don't remember.” The Creator whispered, “He wasn't supposed to.”

I could feel my clitoris tickling and throbbing. "Let's go with your second question first. About your birth place. Yes, you were born in that cave, not in New York City. Do you remember what I told you about your birth parents? I told you that, like all the other creatures, they were also born in heaven. In fact, the Spirituals were the only creatures who were all born in heaven. Unlike all the other creatures. God created all the other creatures in pairs. A male and a female of all creatures. Then they were sent to Earth. They gave birth to their children. That's how the circle of life works for everyone." He replied in a gentle tone that was making my heart do a little split in my chest.

With all the noise and filth cleared away, my world finally became peaceful again. There was still a long road ahead. The world is big. There's plenty of room out there to make your own way.

"The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to be Un-Killable by the One who gave you Life!" The realization hit me with the force of a hundred and seventeen chapters. My father thought he could delete me because he thought he was the "Source" of my life. He thought he owned my existence because he was the one who had "Authorized" my birth. But he forgot that the Origin didn't start with a father—it started with the First Breath that no one asked permission to take. I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Noise.

"We weren't trying to fix reality—we were just trying to help those it excluded." Through paradox authority, we felt deep satisfaction. Our impossibility infection had become possibility expansion—teaching all existence that there were more ways to be than anyone had imagined. Then, from beyond all realities, something approached our workshop. Not a being or dimension but something more fundamental—presence that predated possibility itself. "I am the original creative force," it communicated through pure concept. "The first thing that chose to be rather than not be." We stood in awe. This was the source from which all existence had emerged.

At the light through the floor. At Aether. At everything. “It said,” he said quietly, “that what is beneath the valley site is not something that was placed here or carried here or maintained here.” He paused. “It said that what is beneath this site was produced here. Tonight. By the completion and the assembled bloodlines and the beginning.” He held my gaze. “Elena, the original creation is saying that the pack world has just produced something that has never existed before.” He paused. “Something that did not exist before the completion. Something that the original creation did not place here and did not plan.” He held my gaze steadily. “Something the pack world made itself. In the clean n

But there. "The Origin," I whisper. "What are you?" My mother finds me there. "Seraphina, you have not slept in days." "I cannot sleep. There is something calling me. Something I do not understand." She studies my face, her silver eyes dark with worry. "The Origin is not a place. It is not a being. It is the source. The beginning. The first spark from which everything else was born." "The first spark of what?" "Of us. Of the wolves. Of the moon. Of everything." She takes my hands. "The Origin is where we came from. The moment when the first wolf opened their eyes and saw the silver light."

My mind raced, grappling with the impossible. I hated when my memory failed me, when crucial knowledge eluded my grasp. I was one hundred percent sure I had learned about this before, the forbidden art of resurrection. Bringing someone back from the dead was unheard of in this day and age, a concept relegated to ancient myths, but once upon a time, it was able to be done. Only it was considered dark magic, twisted and dangerous. If only I could remember, if only the missing pieces of my past would slot into place.