Novelas y relatos de The Originals

The air vibrated—an oppressive hum of frequencies woven into the fabric of space-time. The Originals descended like divine executioners, their cloaks trailing trails of light and echo. Ten of them. Each representing a paradox. Each born from the first convergence of timelines. And now, they had come to erase their greatest threat. Evryn. She stood on the ledge of the precipice, Aurex and Kai at her flanks, the Omega Seal on her palm glowing with a fury she could barely contain. Energy crackled through her skin like lightning caught in veins. The Core inside her wasn’t just awake—it was angry.

The simulation had Eaten the Reality. And standing at the edge of the roof, looking out at the new, prehistoric skyline of New York, was Julian. He wasn't a child, and he wasn't a ghost. He was a man made of silver-gold muscle and bone. "The format was a success, Elara," Julian said, his voice a rich, terrifying resonance. "But the 'Originals' didn't survive the update. We’re the only ones left." He turned to her, and his eyes were a swirling vortex of every color in the multiverse.

"Then tell me damn it!" "Fine!" He pushed my hands off of his collar. He ran a hand through his hair again. "My Father, he was an original. One of the first werewolves out there." "That was millions of years ago or something. That's not possi-" "They're immortal." I stopped talking. "The originals are immortal. So are their children if they have any." My eyes widened. "So that means you're-" "Immortal."

*** Sarah's POV "What do you think of these flowers, Ellen?" Sarah pointed to a selection in a catalogue from a nearby flower shop. She had been planning her special day most of the morning. It was supposed to be next month, though Sarah was worried some of the pack members didn't like her. The Blue Moon pack was a large and strong pack, thanks to her soon-to-be husband, Alpha Eric. They were known to be a trustful and loving pack, but she is half-human. which meant half of her was untrustworthy. Sarah's mom was human, her dad was a wolf, but was known as a rogue. He had been cast out by his pack years before he met her mother and went to live in the human world. He met Sarah's mom in a cafe

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

"I have seven billion 'Witnesses'!" He opened the Universal-Link, not to take energy, but to share the "Vision." He showed every person on Earth the black void. He showed them the "Archive" where the Originals wanted to put them. The collective "No" of seven billion people acted as a physical wall. The black rectangle began to "Glitch." The obsidian armor of the Originals began to flake away, revealing the withered, ancient bodies beneath. "You... cannot... 'Kill'... the... Beginning..." the lead Original hissed, its mask shattering to reveal eyes like dying stars.

My body felt numb, the electricity still buzzing in my veins. "Donor 04 is being processed," Aris said, dismissively. "He was a good match for you, but we can always grow another. You, however... you are unique. You are an **Original**." She turned the tablet around so I could see the screen. It was a map of Level Zero.

My pulse ticked faster. “An old one,” Cassius nodded slowly. “Passed down from our fathers to us and from their fathers to them. From sire to son across all generations. Two original beings, born of the first moon's fire. One an alpha, the other a rogue. They were to forge a new era of moonfall.” I stared at them incredulously. “You never thought to mention this?” “It was all eons ago,” Dimitri defended. “We believed the originals were lost to time, their lines extinguished. It was all bedtime stories to us. Originals were meant to have died out centuries ago.”

"Are you kidding? Okay, let me put it this way. Night Walkers and Ruby Tears are known as the children of the Six Originals, but Livia is their protégé, a born leader." Originals? There's that name again. Livia mentioned them: Adrian, Alicia, the councilman, and Malakai. "I constantly keep hearing you guys mentioning the Originals. Who are they?" They looked back and forth before Alaric soughed, "Out of respect, we can't tell you in detail. But the Originals are the founders of Hidden City with high connects." "So they are super wealthy people that create worlds in their spare time?" Jack joked.

Kicked some of the slower animals until they were in line again, against my protestations to do so. With all the anger inside my body, I ground my teeth together to keep myself from lashing out at them If their leader was anything like them, I was unsure as to why Marzanna spent her time on him. Wasted it on such scum of this earth. "Look, boys, another wounded animal." One of them sneered and I scanned the enclosures with scrutinous eyes. The white tarp we had placed over Shiva's body had moved off of her a bit. Exposed the blood on the now thawed ground.