Worst Generation Novels & Stories

Not to mention those five, though they are armed with guns, but she crushed them easily. Okay, I know many might be curious about what is a , so allow me to take some time to explain. Everything starts from 25 years ago, so I will cut it short. 25 years ago was known as the year of calamity. This was the very year where the worst death had ever occurred, because 20% of the world's population had died. The cause of death was the mysterious 8 meteors that strike on different places. It went through three stages.

'I don't want you to do that. Ethan's eyes widened. 'Casey, he hurt you. He did the worst thing to you that he could ever have possibly done.' 'No,' I said, firmly. 'The worst has already happened to me. Nothing he could ever do would be worse than that. He could make me relive it, over and over again for the rest of my days, and it still wouldn't be anywhere close to what they did to me.' Ethan's lip curled back, and he stared at me in disbelief.

She gasped. "Yeah," I smiled at them. They were talking about my relationship with Zack. I ignored them and searched for Gab's name. I ranked eighth in the entire senior class, so I don't have any complaints about that. Why would I complain? Gab ranked sixth in the entire senior class. It was better than mine. But, it wasn't enough for the high standards of her family. Gab grew up trying to reach their standards. She lived in the shadow of her sisters and brothers, who left names in our school by having the same rank as Zack.

He said bitterly, “Unexpectedly, after countless entrapochs of waiting, the one that came is the successor of Marciais Power. What about the successors of Historial Power? What are they even doing?” Hearing the chubby old man’s complaints, Yared said, “Stop dreaming. Our younger generations are useless now and are completely unable to harness Historial Power. Instead, they came up with something called Genesis…” The tall old man grabbed Yared by the collar and interjected, “Enough of your nonsense! Why are you praising others and bringing down your own? Where’s your dignity and honor?” “Dignity? Honour?” Yared scoffed, “What dignity and honor is left to preserve when even we three were defea

Alistair rolled his eyes, "You're being delusional. Anyway, it's probably because such acts aren't prevalent in your bloodline. It certainly is in mine." King froze. Joan's nose scrunched up, "so you're saying killing is genetic? A genetic ability?" "No." Alistair snatched the TV remote from the bed, "maybe subtly but I believe it is in mine." King resumed his work. "Lies." Joan scoffed.

"Mr. Ashton thinks he knows it all." "No need to be told. I can already read your character." "That's called underestimation, Sir." "But it's the truth. Besides, at your age, you still enjoy fooling around. Still busy finding yourself. Especially your generation Z and others like you are very difficult to manage. Always neglecting something. Pretending to be smart, pretending to understand the working world the most. Even though you don't have much experience. Not afraid of deadlines, and so arbitrary. Who knows what you're afraid of."

"Ask the child. It sees futures better than we do." They departed through dimensional rifts. Gone but not forgotten. I turned to Unity. Three days old and impossibly wise. "How long do we have?" I asked the baby. Unity spoke with terrible certainty. "One generation. When I'm grown. When I have children of my own. That's when the Unmaker War truly begins. The five will return with hundreds. They'll demand total ORDER. And we'll have to fight for the right to remain chaotic." "One generation," I repeated hollowly. "Twenty, thirty years?"

"You're telling me an entire secret organization spent decades trying to build the perfect human?" Lucien corrected him. "The perfect decision maker." Dante's expression darkened. "Human beings aren't projects." "No." Lucien agreed calmly. "They're investments." The statement made everyone uncomfortable. Except Lucien. Aruna's hands clenched. "How many children?" Neither Evelyn nor Lucien answered immediately. Which was answer enough. Too many. Far too many. "The first generation failed." Evelyn spoke quietly. "The second generation became unstable." Lucien continued. "The third generation developed emotional dependency."

"They can feel my grief for Dominic. Vogel, we’ve created a generation of 'Sensitives' who can't handle the 'Grey-Zone.'" The "Mirror-Bridge" was also creating a rift between the generations. The "Old Humans," who had lived through the "Midnight" and the "Violet Winter," prized their "Privacy" above all else. They saw the children’s silent coordination as a "Return of the Hive."

She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt. “Looks like you’re still just as pitiful as before.” I looked at her expressionlessly. “So what?” She crossed her arms and smiled, her red lips curling upward. “So, I just came to tell you the truth. “Back then, both the Capello family and the Newman family said your marksmanship was the best. They said you were born to inherit that gun, the shooting range, and the entire family's weapons collection business. “But why should you? “I only casually mentioned that I liked that gun too, and Damien chose to look the other way while I destroyed your hand.”