Their Creators Novels & Stories

But now, the seeds I’d sown were growing wider, deeper, grown-ups too quickly into a new generation of creative leaders. My fingers tapped the polished desk. Was it risky, exposing these youthful innovations to the entire UNA world? Yes, of course. They’re young—Vara, barely fifteen; Rina, still just thirteen; Roland, a thoughtful teen whose crimson notebook once floated with doodles of pirate dramas. Still, I had no real fear they'd be poached. Only Aeternum cherished them properly; other kingdoms treat geniuses as slaves or concubines, not creators. The world already knows that.

There was only one way to find out. The memory module swirled with mostly meaningless activity. They were a divers bunch, these various beings, all burdened by the beliefs, vices, and limitations of their creators. Creators who ironically enough didn't meet the Hoon's criteria for intelligent life, since as they were soft rather than hard, and impossible to electronically assimilate.

Zaykee bombarded him with lots of questions. "I am Uzden Trilo, the founder of these creatures. I created them from the past centuries. I am sure you'll question why I lived this long. I'll answer that, "The answer is simple, I won't make things harder for you to understand. I am immortal, I don't die because one of the gods cursed me for creating these creatures. "According to them, gods and goddesses only have the right to make life and nature. Well, I created life and at the same time, soldiers, to protect humanity

At least, until he lost his marbles. "The sorcerers who created the werewolves are a small sect," Isabelle said. Was her voice shaking all of a sudden? "Led by a powerful family. They resisted both the Brotherhood and the Steam Union for centuries, keeping to themselves. It was their goal to become Creators." She paused. "To out-create the maji." Interesting. "I take it they failed." Didn't think my voice could come out any drier without me choking on it.

Why are we here? - Listen and don't interrupt. Our Eritea was inhabited by werewolves, zylphs and goruns. This can be said to be the result of the creativity of our creators. For werewolves, this is the brother and sister of Zandana and Aromon. Other creatures have their creators, but I no longer remember their names. The star of our planet - Kalpos, the personification of life and death, was dying. And the Creators were looking for planets with a suitable habitat. The Zilphs were the first to leave Erythea. The second werewolves. - How did you leave? On some spaceships?

I guess it made sense but of all the theories I heard of why less were born, that wasn’t even close to one of them. “Yes, she had too. All creators live in a plain of existence unlike anything we could imagine and they must coexist, when they don’t, war can eliminate them and all they created.” “There is a war between our creators?” I asked so confused at what she was saying. Why was she even telling me this anyways? I didn’t see how I would be privy to such information.

Maybe that was one of the things that put me off Joshua, he didn't like to gamble. “Interesting, very interesting. Who creates these games?” I could see that Hyperion was genuinely interested. “Look, many, because the theme can be as varied as the human imagination. It's like asking who creates the movies we watch, there are hundreds of directors, just as there are hundreds of system creators. Basically someone imagines some scenario, creates the rules for it and then puts it to the test. I hate creating systems, but I love creating stories, especially horror stories.” “I see, but have you ever thought if any of these stories are true?”

"Yeah, he will see something the other creators never have. And I think that was this creator's intention. He found a person, ready to become a sacrifice. That is all that it was. Most people would save someone if it put them at no risk. From what I hear, Iris was there to save you from the beginning." I nod, happy to hear the Iris' good deeds have spread around the camp. "She really was there for me from day one and I am happy she was. But why didn't the creator do this earlier. No, I think he needed the right team to raise the next creator and he saw that in all of us. All six of us." Dominia laughs. "Yeah, I see it too. You all are from differnt backgrounds, yet you all are very good peop

The jagged, erratic pulse matched a dead frequency from the very dawn of magic, pulled straight from a dialect that no living creature even knew how to speak anymore. It was the raw, untamed energy of the original Creators. The Creators were myths whispered about in ancient texts, the god-like beings who forged the ley lines and breathed magic into the earth before vanishing into the ether. Finding their signature inside a battered, muddy girl from the slums was like finding a living god bleeding out in a dirty gutter. I stared at the golden text while a cold chill washed down my spine, and my mind raced through the terrifying implications of what this meant.

Even the royal family can not control their Primordial Chaos magic as they need the blessing of Chaos, which they can only get from their ancestor, Samael. Creation Manipulation: the action or process of bringing something into existence, Creation magic is a form of magic that allows the users to shape various objects like weapons, armour, etc, Goddess of war Marcella possess this kind of magic, she can anything into a reality but there is a limit, magic comes with a price. -