13th Dimension Comics Novels & Stories

October leaned her head so that it was now on Alistair's chest. He took a few more strands of her hair between his fingers, enjoying the silky feel of it. "The third dimension belongs to humans, even though a few Lores coexist with them. Simply because they have their other halves there, or because they have denounced who they really are and want a normal life. Then you have fairies and elves in the fourth dimension. This dimension, the fifth, belongs to vampires, were-beings such as werewolves, were-bears, and also witches. Then you have the fates they are the ones to govern over us, living in the sixth. Last, you have the gods in the highest and last dimension."

Then she dropped the cheap black hat she’d picked up for him at Gimbels onto his head and tugged the brim down over his eyes. “Whoa!” As Andrew and Evelyn turned, Peter bolted from where he stood in the doorframe with a giggling Mary. “You make an excellent Shadow, Mr. James,” Mary approved in another giggle. A few seconds after, Peter darted back in with a rolled comic book in his hands. “You do! Look! Look!” He glanced down at the cover again. “Oh. You’re missing your guns.” Because there was never enough frenzied activity in the apartment all at once, the door chime rang.

“Omnipotent Lord, do you remember the Thirteenth Universe?” Her voice was loud but cold, filled with murderous intent. More questions appeared in the head of the Omnipotent Lord. What happened in the Thirteenth Universe? He looked at Sienna, asking, “What about the Thirteenth Universe?” Sienna answered him, saying, “When the Thirteenth Universe was created, many geniuses from different universes went there to acquire providence. Do you remember a certain James Caden?”

X The others should be fine on Krogan, my biggest dimension. It layered above the multiverse and was closer to the fifth dimension, that was mostly now a void, since most of its energy was now in the multiverse. The true void was just beyond that, but this one would do. I could go all out here if I needed to, but I doubted I would. The remaining lifeblood energy shimmered around us as he looked around. “The home of the Ancients... interesting.” He shot a glance at me, still confused why I brought us here, but didn’t ask anything.

It was a sunny day with a muggy air, in which he remembered that he saw something happen like what could happen in that same period. It turned out that he merged with all his versions across the multiverse, which included future versions of various time periods splitting a soul at a moment in time within a spiritual dimension that existed within it. One of his futuristic versions, which he listened attentively in his spiritual dimension of Zarathanis in his dimensional fiefdom, was that a group of thieves who wanted revenge on Luther, each of them, were part of a group of employees who took care of a sector of the company, related to data and administrative sectors.

"Ah, Mister Wilbur, it's me!" Tracy saw Wilbur's eyes turn pitch black, and his whole body was enveloped in black mist. After a moment, the mist gradually dissipated, and Wilbur finally put Tracy down, saying, "I'm sorry, I almost fell into madness just now." "It's okay. That's the aura of destruction. I heard it comes from a middle dimension. The fact that these guys couldn't absorb the power of destruction proves they are not creatures from a middle dimension." "Yes, these guys should be from a lower dimension, but the dimension they are from is one level higher than ours."

After all, no one would find out what happened down there. He started by first telling his swashbuckling derring-dos at the domain where the Subterranean Devils were sealed, regaling his friends and comrades about how he had killed and slain monsters, toyed with a strange, hairy hermit, and finally a gritting battle against the Fourth Demon Lord. The stories left Yue Fandie and the rest gawking with their jaws hanging. "What is this Highly-curved Space?" asked Yan Wushuang suddenly. Chu Xun explained it very simply, "A dimension where an hour there is a day out here."

The scent of disinfectant fought with the smell of rotting lilies. "The Thirteenth Hour," Dante whispered, his voice a jagged rasp. He looked at the digital clock on the wall—13:00—the numbers bleeding into the air like fresh ink. "It’s not a reset, Ivy. It’s a collapse. The layers are bleeding into each other."

Luke hated it immediately. Not because it sounded threatening. Because it sounded familiar. The same way the End had felt familiar. The same way grief felt familiar. The same way loss felt familiar. As though reality itself already knew what waited inside the tower. The projection flickered. Elias returned. His expression looked different now. Less amused. More serious. The room noticed instantly. Luke stepped forward. "You said this was the thirteenth universe." Elias nodded. "Approximately." Luke nearly screamed. "Approximately?"

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