The Originals Hope Novels & Stories

Hope glanced toward something off-camera. Almost like she expected someone to walk into the room. Then she looked back. “You probably have questions.” A weak laugh escaped her. “Actually… I know you have questions.” Several contestants exchanged nervous looks. Nobody interrupted. Nobody dared. Hope leaned closer to the camera. “The first thing you need to know is this.” Her expression hardened. “HeartLock was never supposed to become a dating show.” The room went silent again. Even Orion looked shocked. Hope continued. “The dating show came later.”

“Hope doesn’t just have a sensitive nervous system. She can biologically respond to our emotions. She reads us. And her body reacts to what she feels from us.” Hunter stood still. “So if we’re afraid…” “She’ll feel fear. If we’re angry… she might mirror it physically,” Elric added. “But if she’s surrounded by love…” Evalina hugged Hope closer. “She might survive. Even go beyond what any human body is capable of.” --- That afternoon, Claire arrived—bearing chilling news. “Someone’s looking for Hope,” she said quietly. “They’re not from the old foundation. But from a new private branch… formed after Vincent disappeared.”

“It’s shielded by the same salt-mist that hid the mine. And it’s the only place big enough to house a new family.” As the sun began to rise, they loaded the clones into the stealth transport. Hope sat by the window, her hand pressed against the glass. She looked at Faith. “Are we the same?” Hope asked. Faith sat beside her and took her hand. “We have the same face. We have the same light. But your life belongs to you now, Hope. You can be whoever you want to be.” “I want to be….a sister,” Hope said softly. Faith felt a tear prick her eye. She leaned her head against the window. She had won the battle against Vane, but she had started something much bigger. She wasn't just the leader of the D

"That’s a 'Cleanup' crew." Julian looked at Hope, who was sitting on a sack of grain, her eyes fixed on the approaching ship. She wasn't scared. She looked at Julian, and her voice was a chillingly calm echo of her mother’s. "They're not coming for the grain, Daddy," Hope said. "They're coming for the bird. The 'One Who Remains'... he’s on that ship. And he wants his soul back."

Then I added, “I’ll transfer all my personal assets and savings to her, too.” At that, their eyes lit up with warmth. My mother even took my hand and gave me a bright smile. “Hannah, you really are my good daughter.” “When Lisa recovers, we’ll start over—as a real family.” Her sudden kindness felt almost ironic. Only when I gave up everything did she remember I was her daughter. If they ever discovered that Lisa’s sickness was nothing but a lie she had spun from the start, would they finally feel the kind of fury my soul once did?

By the end, the applause didn’t stop. When they called for me to be the base leader, I shook my head and declined. I gave the position to Zoe. I preferred to focus purely on research rather than trying to manage everyone politically. After the leadership election, my survival plan spread quickly. The once-dead, scorched lands slowly came back to life under the plan’s implementation. Mr. O'Connor, on the other hand, took Janine and Mark away. It wasn’t too long after that I heard Mark died in the heat outside the base. With that, the O’Connor family gradually fell into decline during the apocalypse.

His expression was ice-cold as he said, “Looks like my warning last time wasn’t enough to make you listen. So this time, you’re not leaving until your families come to collect you themselves.” Before long, their families retrieved them and took them away. Though the wedding was postponed to a later date, it was eventually held and went off without a hitch. Not long after the wedding, Mia was pregnant. One day, she overheard rumors about Leo and Max. Their families were going to disown them because of the mess they had made, and for offending an old and powerful mafia family. The once-privileged heirs, cut off from their powerful families, had since sunk into lives of quiet misery.

Bryan Sammie being here was exactly the comfort I didn't know I needed. It gave me hope that this alliance marriage could be turned around, and that maybe there was hope for my future after all. Josie had expressed that she wasn't ready to move past her grief, and I could respect that for her. I just prayed to the moon Goddess that when she finally decided that she was ready, she would want to move on with me, rather than anyone else. Sammie seemed confident that she would, which also gave me hope that we actually had a future together.

Just then they heard something dissatisfying. “No hope for Ayomide,” Oreoluwa had said. “What did you just say, Ore?” Emmanuel demanded. “I said no hope for Ayo.” He shrugged. “I heard you the first time,” Emmanuel said with clenched teeth. “I only gave you a chance to change what you said.”

Peru said and continued on his way as the women’s words of admonishment followed him. Their grounds were large, running into several hectares of land, with several quarters built for the other werewolves and their families. Originally named as House of Eni, H.O.E, after the first Alpha of the line, others have come to call the grounds Heaven on Earth because of the comforts and security it gave to every werewolf under the family.