The Origins Of You Novels & Stories

"No matter how far you go, you'll come back to me, Chrissy !!" -To Be Continued-

He turned toward the older man seated beside him. Graham Wright held his cane firmly, using it to balance himself as he stood up slowly, one hand bracing against the table. His movements were measured, touched with age. He adjusted the sleeves of his coat, tugged them once, and walked to the podium with a steady gait that still commanded attention. He looked out over the crowd. The hall was silent. He rested both hands on the edges of the podium, his fingers slightly curled over the wood. “This company didn’t start with billions,” he said. His voice was deep, edged with gravel. “It started in a single workshop. With three staff, no heating, and more rejection than I care to remember.”

They wanted to be put to rest this very second, but my mind still refused to do so. "Putli, I love you." I said slowly. Putli is Zara. I called her that because she had Princess at the end of her name, but I couldn't pronounce Princess properly. "I love you. I love you." I said again. "Sorry, if I can't express my feelings to you. That's because I'm making up for my gratitude to the Clivton family. I don't want them, especially Bryan to be disappointed because I like you. I was forced to harbor these feelings a long time ago. More precisely 5 years ago, when Bryan showed me your photo and told me everything about you. Immediately I liked you. Maybe this is what is called 'love at first sight

“My name is Clementia. We were assisting Dr. Melendez while he tried to find a cure. He succeeded and passed it on to us before he died. We returned to his facility here in New York, and it’s already spreading throughout the entire city. Soon the entire country will be cured.” I let go of the button in time to hear what sounded like a prayer in a language I didn’t understand. I finally placed the accent as Russian and wondered how I didn’t get it right away. It’s one of the most distinctive accents in the world, in my opinion, and I even have Russian in my family. 0 “It works?” “Yes,” I said immediately. “We tested it before he passed it off to us, and we have a reanimated girl in our group.

She nodded towards Mana Sylveon who'd started to pick up the baby. Securing the swaddle nicely around her, she began on her way, oblivious to the baby's present self following close behind her, out of the coverage of the shrubs. As she moved towards the path that crossed to Moonstone pack, we stopped short of the boundary, watching them walk into the town. Now we understood our history. Now we knew our foundation. We were an Alpha by right and by birth. Venn and her partner stole that away from us. The knowledge itself had my blood boiling with rage at the realization that I'd lived a life of mediocrity for a long time, abandoning my people to their fate as the enemy ruled over and tortured

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."

"I want to hear you say it. All of it. Why you hate me. Why you did this. Why you couldn't just let me go." His father laughed. "You want me to pour my heart out? Like we're in some kind of therapy session?" "I want the truth." "The truth?" His father leaned forward. His face was hard, cruel, nothing like the slack paralysis he had been faking. "The truth is that you were a mistake. Your mother got pregnant, and I was stuck. Stuck with a wife who couldn't stand me and a son who looked at me like I was a monster." Damian's hand tightened on his phone. "Go on."

They were silver, endless, and unnaturally calm. “I am the Origin,” the projection said. “The first.” Kai stepped protectively in front of Evryn. “First what?” “The original host of the E.V.E.R. genome,” the Origin said. “The one from which all others were designed. Including Ivy. Including Evryn. Including every synthetic-hybrid iteration birthed by the Pre-Seeding Council.” Evryn’s heart pounded. “I’m not a copy.” “No,” the Origin agreed. “You’re the anomaly. The deviation.”

Even dormant, origins were incredibly powerful and dangerous, the only ones who could activate and fully control origins were the individuals known as Regis. There were currently a dozen or so known Regis in Hyperion, and each Regis possessed an entity known as an echo, a virtual consciousness that existed within their crests, that allowed them to interact with origins. Not much is known about the original –the mysterious beings who made the origins— but it was understood that their entire civilization was completely wiped from the memory of the universe, with the exception of the origins. Most of the known origins that have been identified were discovered within ancient ruins and world lost