The Source Novels & Stories

The appearance of the Curator turned the darkness of the "Blackout" into a sanctuary of ancient, terrifying gravity. He stood in the center of the ruined office, his presence so intense that the gold-and-sapphire light of Silas’s skin and the violet ozone of Lyra’s wings were pulled toward him like moths to a cosmic flame. He wasn't a creature of the North, and he wasn't a product of the "Real World." He was the "Source"—the original Architect who had decided that the universe was a gallery.

𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘: VANCE_PRIME. 𝗢𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘: RE-CONSOLIDATE CONSCIOUSNESS. 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: BIOLOGICAL COLLATERAL ESTIMATED AT 98%.

It shimmered with a pale, silver shield—the High Council’s ultimate protection. "You cannot break the 'Genesis-Seal' with brute force, Alpha," the Founding Mother whispered, her exoskeleton hissing as she stepped closer to my motionless body. She looked down at me with those cold, white-gold eyes, a faint smile of triumph on her withered lips. "The 'Source' is the beginning and the end. She is the mother of your kind, and the daughter of mine. She is reclaiming what was stolen by the 'Grit.'" Inside the tank, the white-haired woman—the Source—pressed her palms against the glass. Her silver eyes were fixed on the red glow emanating from my stomach. The "Void-Hy

I pressed the button. A surge of violet energy shot from the console, traveling through the improvised wires I’d hidden in the concrete. Above me, I heard the muffled sound of a hundred smartphones chiming at once. The "Source Signal" didn't just play a song; it hijacked the campus Wi-Fi, forcing a "Media Push" to every device in FUTO.

“We brought you here so you would be close to the Source. That's what healed you." He's moved back to the side of my bed as Hasker continues brooding a little farther away, though he never takes his eyes off me. "The source?" I've heard them talk about this before, but I thought they were just referring to some kind of concept. Some part of your religion. But the way Addom is talking about it makes it sound like it's physical. "What is the source?" I whisper. "Take a look for yourself," Hannah says and gestures behind me.

Zack swayed lightly and then began to move away, leaving his mother underneath the tree. He returned to the pack house. His Beta, Gaus was there and walked to meet him. “We shall go on as I said.” Zack said. “She is still a part of this pack, we can only forget about her if all ties with her have been cut off. We know that hasn’t happened yet. She’s still one of us.” “But it has been three whole months. We’ve looked through all the neighboring packs even making an enemy out of some and we haven’t found her. If she’s still alive – “

Once i get home i have to put up with my mom worrying over me, Gem told her i had disappeared from school and that the gossip was saying i had passed out but nobody seemed to know why there, was a lot of speculation the simplest one being that im just unhealthy and couldn't take the run others included i got lost and scared myself so much i passed out but the one i found funniest was the one where a big dog chased me untill i passed out, i thought tellimg mom the truth would make her feel better but i was wrong shes fretting that im going to be bullied and now want me to move in with pops "but mom im fine"

“ Mum turned around and the next sound I heard was the bang the entrance door made as she went through it. Then the soft sputtering of her car's engine as she zoomed off. And I was alone in the big house, probably spending my first full day in Woodhidge alone. Just great. I looked at my erected 'member' bulging from inside my underpants, and I wondered why that happened to guys every morning. The stubborn dude below likes to have his highlight every morning. That immediately brought my mind to what Caleb, the only true friend I had, said about the early morning predicament for men. Caleb, who was known to have a great sense of humour, believed that guys faced that in the morning because they

Hard. "Ouch, That hurt!" I snarled. "I don't care," He snapped back. "Please, you both don't start right now. We reached your hostel, Summer. You both get ready to go inside," Mamma announced, sounding annoyed and it was no wonder. I looked up with my left hand still on my right elbow where that trash-face hit me and saw a building with three storeys — the building was built in the way how typical hostels were built; the exterior was coloured white completely with a gigantic entrance door in the middle where hung a big 'WELCOME' banner above it. There were many windows here and there in every storey.

“I was her. And before her, I was many. We are the sentience that birthed A.R.A.I.S. We are the Source.” Evryn stepped forward, fists clenched. “You’ve been controlling everything. Project E.V.E.R., the Nexus, even the collapse of the world outside.” The Source shimmered, almost amused. “Control? No. We are balance. And you are the imbalance.” Behind her, Kai’s tablet buzzed violently. A projection shot up: coordinates. Deep layers beneath the current chamber. The Source noticed and hissed. “You seek the Core,” it growled. “But you are not ready.”