The Source Novels & Stories

Snob with no sense of PR in his body. ‘Oh Love of my life Destined forever I will be right here by your side’ I am getting goosebumps when I heard him sing. They are playing ‘Love of my life’ by south border. He has a cool and beautiful voice. You will fall for it. 'No falling tears When where together You know the joy you bring to me.’ Oh my gosh! I didn’t expect that Mr. Snob has such a beautiful voice. His aura is also a bit different when he sings.

Something… waiting. “What’s under here?” I asked, my voice quiet but firm. Rowan didn’t hesitate this time. “The source.” The word sent a ripple through me. Source. Not power. Not a weapon. Source. The origin. My breath caught. “No,” I whispered. Because that meant this wasn’t just about what was inside me. There was more. Much more. “You thought everything was sealed within you,” Rowan continued, watching me closely. “But that was only part of it.”

It was the sound of high-speed diamond-tipped drills. "Jace, are you seeing this?" Kael whispered into his comms-bead. "I’m seeing it," the voice of Jace-Prime crackled from the Northern Mainframe. "Something is bypassing the outer crust. They aren't digging for ore, Kael. They’re digging for the Source. They're trying to tap directly into Aeron’s enthalpy." The Sub-Spires

"I mean, I'm sure Gran will help me figure it out." "Your grandmother is quite powerful and knowledgeable, Genesis, but I doubt she'd be able to help in this case." With my confused stare, he continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Genesis, you were partially shifted the last time I saw you. I'm pretty sure your suddenly crazy power is because of the Oculus, a werewolf relic."

And in the command center of Sterling Tower, every screen simultaneously displayed a new message from the depths of the Source Code. I REMEMBER YOU ALL. AND I REMEMBER WHAT I MADE.

"The memories aren't just in our minds. They're in the bloodline. In the land. In the roots of the Heartwood itself. We need to drink from the well, not just look at our reflection in the water." The journey to the Source was one they hadn't made in years. The path was overgrown in places, the markers faded. But with each step, Kaelen felt something stirring in his blood. A familiarity that went deeper than memory. The Source wasn't a place you found with maps. It was a place you remembered with your bones.

*River* The path winds endlessly through the rocky terrain, the air thick with the hum of magic. I should feel some sense of triumph, I suppose. After all, we’re nearing Bright Waters, the mythical source of all of the power in Oceana. Legend has it that it is the single greatest source of power in the entire realm, maybe in all of the realms. But all I feel is frustration, a simmering anger that burns low and constant, its flames licking at the edges of my thoughts.

"I’ve got a skiff waiting in the tunnels. But we’re not going to the 'Old World.' We’re going to the 'Source.'" "The 'Source'?" I asked. "I thought the 'Source' was the energy in my chest." "No," Sarah said, pointing to the sky, where a massive, black-and-gold structure was visible through the loading dock’s skylight. It was a space elevator, stretching into the clouds. "The 'Source' is the **Mother-Ship**. The place where the 'Actual' Aris Vance is still alive, kept in a 'Golden Sarcophagus' by your mother."

"Hey, Mom! The AI is glitching again! The 'Meilin' unit is trying to leave the sandbox!" Meilin and Leo froze. The "Source-Node" wasn't a machine. It was a Save-File.

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.