Their Creators Novelas e Histórias

For the first time in human history we had an enemy that we could not easily deal with, and we owed that to two parties. For one, there is the well-known and infamous Doctor Christopher Krynick, the creator of these creatures. His intentions had been honorable, but he hadn't had the patience to give his research time to develop. He had fussed, wanted to develop a medicine that would take away the fear of deformity and mental retardation of their babies from expectant mothers.

Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution. Secondly, Creature is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Certain long-standing institutions (like the Royal Opera House and Bolshoi Ballet) are mentioned, but the characters involved are completely imaginary. . ｡༶・° T E R M I N O L O G Y °・༶ ｡.

I said. “What?” Lina’s thought was a spike of alarm. “Think about it. We’re the ultimate creators. The secret architects. Our story has it all—love, war, sacrifice, redemption, cosmic purpose. It’s the greatest story never told to the masses. So we give it to them… but we give them the writers’ room version.”

Shex said. “How is that possible?” Kar asked. “Well, from what we could get from the Histories both the Creators had been Mated before and had children that they had used to create separate lines. Along with their own lines after they were Mated.” Mera said. “They were Mated before?” Lex asked a little horrified. “Yes. The Creators were very different from us. In their world it seems that Mated couples don't stay Mated for very long. It's one of the reasons they had for Creating our world.” Shex explained.

I feel a little hesitant to tell my story, but I know that it was necessary, so I take a deep breath and release an audible sigh before I begin. It happened two centuries ago, but memories were still fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday. Flashback two centuries ago... Have you heard about the creators? They are the highest beings, the God of all gods, and the most powerful vital force ever existed. They are also known as the Light and Darkness we cannot see, but we know it was there. They are the exact opposite and are said to be rivals, but one cannot exist without the other. Some say that they are just myths, created by religious groups that wanted to believe in something to give t

Once upon a time, three gods started a project of life. Andrius, Anatoli, and Ayja were three strong transcendence who gained Godhood from Heaven’s blessing. Each of them was extremely talented, and each one of them could create their own world if they wanted. But they decided to create a high realm among worlds and dimensions. Their creation was magnificent. It was not perfect, but the system was clear, and the creation had the opportunity they needed to survive. But just like other high realms, their project had become even more popular among lower-ranked gods. Like hungry hyenas, they put their watchful eyes behind the dark void of the cosmos. Waiting... for the right opportunity to strik

The others were confused about what was happening. Cian simply smiled. "There's so much you guys don't know. The drawings on the wall depict a battle between immortals and the Creator." "The Creator? Who's that? "Stop beating around the bush, Cian." "Exactly!" The men surrounded Cian, who started telling them everything. Adrian shook his head with a smile and allowed Cian to carry on. "The Creator is the one behind all this. He's the one who created our world but also tried to eliminate all of humanity and replace it with a new civilization. Of course, our ancestors would never allow such a thing, which was how they ended up going to war.

They spoke of the importance of embracing vulnerability, stepping outside of comfort zones, and pursuing their passions with unwavering dedication. Inspired by their collective enthusiasm, they crafted a plan to support each other in their respective endeavors. They would form a creative alliance, pooling their talents and resources to bring their dreams to fruition. It was a pact rooted in trust, camaraderie, and the unwavering belief in each other's potential.

But their ambitions did not stop there. No, they sought to create havens, sanctuaries where nature together, they formed an extraordinary alliance, a harmonious symphony of intellects, artists, and educators melded their talents into a formidable force. Their purpose was clear, their mission resolute - to ignite a spark of consciousness, to slumbering minds of a complacent world. With each stroke of their genius minds, they crafted a masterpiece of collaboration, a tapestry woven with threads of innovation and inspiration. In the hallowed halls of their shared vision, ideas danced like ethereal spirits, swirling and twirling in a captivating ballet. The scientists with a fervent desire to re

"I don't know." "You wanted something I could not give you." "What is that?" "Choice." A heavy silence fell over the room. My heart pounded in my ribs. The creature went on, "You were created to be my successor." Cael's head snapped up. "But she refused." The First Origin nodded. "She learned what happens to a Creator that refuses." The images changed again. Dozens of creators blinked into existence, each one with different powers and faces before turning to dust. I swallowed hard. "How many were there?"