The Originals Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Edward asked, slightly annoyed and slightly worried, and he hated the fact that he was worried. “That’s not true,” Aliyah finally found her voice. “What is not true?” “You can’t be an Original.” Edward raised an eyebrow, “oh really?” “Yes, every Original is dead, everyone knows that.” Edward smiled but there was something about his smile that made every hair on Aliyah’s neck to stand. “A little lost at history, little wolf?”

Daemon, Asher, and Lucian shouted as they looked around. “Daddies,” Lilly whimpered as she crawled out of a hidden hole in the base of a huge tree. “Oh Lilly,” Raziel sighed in relief as he scooped her up and held her close to his chest. “Thank fucking god you are okay. Are you okay?” “Bad men, Daddy,” she burst into tears. “I know, Little One,” Asher said as he took her from Raziel. “I’m so sorry.” “Day have Mommy,” she cried as Daemon took her.

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.

### 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.

This is the tale of the two bloodlines: the revered Originals and the eternally bound Turned. The Originals, known simply as 'vampires,' are the progenitors of the night, their bloodline pure and untainted by mortal fragility. These creatures of the dark possess a power so primal that it defies the natural order—they can walk under the sun, and can conceive life. An Original's womb can nurture an infant born of darkness, a being who will grow swiftly, their youth an intoxicating bloom that halts abruptly at the age of twenty. Yet, even as the centuries slip by like grains of sand through an eternal hourglass, these blood-sucking children of the night remain fo

DAMON Kelvin was a werewolf who ran a Casino in Landera—a town four hours away from Woodhidge. Kelvin used to be a vital piece in our ‘friendship trio'. While we were in school, we had done everything together and we were, without a doubt, the hottest boys in school as well as the strongest werewolves. We were so popular in school that the term ‘Damavin’ was coined by girls to refer to me, Mason and Kevin. We seemed inseparable.

We were all monsters now. Adam had been the first to embrace what we were-werewolves, creatures bound by the moon. He'd called it a blessing, a gift from the Moon Goddess Selene. Our grandmother had sacrificed herself to protect us, invoking the ancient powers of our ancestors. But for all her intentions, the result was something that couldn't be undone.

Aaron pointed angerly at Aria who lay next to her empty plate. “Her name is Aria.” Morgan answered emphatically. “Not you, too. Morgan, was it not that long ago you were calling it an it?” “Yes, well, my opinion of this beautiful creature may have changed in the past week.” “It’s a wolf, Morgan, not a dog!” “For a wolf, then, she makes a rather desirable hunting companion. Just this morning she tracked and retrieved a large amount of game.” With his hand he gestured to the wide spread at the buffet table.