The Originals Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He spits, taking his hand off his forehead. “ It took…Zero a lot of time to settle in this new world. It’s been fifteen years since I took him out of that shithole but I can tell he still can’t adjust to being free. He is caged inside the coffin, unable to move or talk or… ” Ryker ends up sighing, his eyes closing. “ The Originals took advantage of Evangelina’s situation and ruined the once good world. ” He sneers hatefully. I swallow the lump in my throat and hug him. My head rests over his rapidly beating heart.

She flinched when the woman sat down. "Anna, I am going to tell you a story, is that okay?" Moni asked, shuffling a little bit closer as Anna's eyes continued to search the small cubical. She smiled a gentle smile when the woman nodded. "Once, a brave originals wolf called Damon fell in love with a mixed blood fairy called Clary. The authority didn't want them to be together, but they knew that they couldn't live without each other, so they fought the authority. They fought with everything they had." she said softly, watching as Anna's sobs quietened. "They travelled the world, receiving promises of help from the others like them, promises from the originals members like you," she whispered,

In the end, Eve and Joy both claimed spots on the floor of Bella’s room, wrapped in blankets, chatting animatedly. "Let’s watch The Originals!" Joy cooed dreamily. Eve groaned. "Oh, goddess, not again, Joy! You’re obsessed. Those hybrids don’t even know we exist. They’re always in their own little world." "Whatever." Joy rolled her eyes. "A wise woman once said, If you can't have your fantasy, read or watch it!" Bella let out a laugh, the first real one in days. "And that wise woman is you, I suppose?"

“You wouldn’t understand. I feel it on an energetic level. The boy is definitely a wolf like his father. The girl, however, is human—like you.” He’s completely insane. I would never believe such madness. “That’s ridiculous. We’ve only been together a few times…” “That’s more than enough,” he replied with a smile. “But take care of the girl. She will be the first Original with human origins.” “I will never believe this insanity.” “Oh? And your friend—she’s carrying a boy as well, isn’t she?” I slowly turned to face him, meeting that infuriatingly smug smile. “You’re going to take him?” I asked, horror creeping into my voice.

His hands were laced together, elbows braced on his knees, shoulders slouched in a way that only came with memories he didn’t like revisiting. “All the damn time,” Gunner muttered, leaning back with a heavy sigh. “And the more I do, the more it makes me sick.” Because the truth had shifted. What they’d believed for years—what their fathers had told them, what they had convinced themselves to accept—no longer fit. They weren’t The Originals. Maddox stirred inside Gunner’s mind, his wolf’s gravelly growl echoing in his chest. We knew it even then. Felt it. Something was wrong about them. Wrong in a way even our fathers didn’t want to face.

family tree. "Meilin, it's us," Lucian said, lowering his rifle. He stepped forward, but an invisible force—a Biometric Barrier—slammed him back. "You aren't in the script," Meilin said, not looking up. "The Producers said the 'Originals' were cancelled. We've been renewed for a much better season." The Mechanics of Semantic Overwrite

### The Song of the Originals But then, something began to leak into Silas’s mind. It wasn't code. It wasn't fire. It was a **Sound**. Outside, in the streets of Seattle, my parents were singing. It was a simple song—a lullaby my mother used to sing to me in 1998, before the crash, before the tubes, before the world broke. It was a song about a little girl who went to the moon to bring back a handful of stars. One by one, the other "Originals" joined in. The man from the minivan, the woman in the floral dress, the five billion people who had been "Stitched" back into reality—they all began to hum the same melody.

The beta youths surrounding Wade and Danielle howled in their usual fawning manner. “I want to go first!” Danielle growled, shape shifting fast. Scar sighed, steeling himself. This was the hard part where they tried to add more scars to the ones which had already taken over all of his body. Slowly and steadily over space of sixteen years they had covered every inch of skin on his body with claw marks like a tattoo. It had started with Wade’s elder brother Roc who was more of his age-mate, but when Roc and his friends outgrew it, Wade and his lackey had taken over.

Aliyah searched through the shelves of books. She knows there was a book about the originals. She had been fascinated with the story as a child, and often sneaked into the library to read it. She could vividly remember that the book said that the five Originals killed themselves, why is he claiming to be an original then? Why does he has super nightwalker strength and why is he her mate? What history lays behind the one they have been told? No nightwalker has ever mated with a night howler before, so why start with her after over two thousand years of being in existence?

The Originals fed best on suffering that isolated people like,fear, grief and obsession. But lighter emotions like trust ,humor and peace. Those disrupted them somehow. Not enough to destroy them completely. But enough to weaken control. The Original sensed where my thoughts were heading. And panicked instantly. “No.” My pulse jumped. That reaction confirmed everything. I stepped closer to Darius slowly. The darkness writhed beneath his skin. Threatened. Good. The Original snarled. “You cannot starve me forever.” “Maybe not,” I said softly. Then I looked directly at Darius.