6th Universe Novels & Stories

The Interworld continued growing. Instead of creating a passage... It was consuming the space around it. Stars vanished into the new realm. Planets were pulled from their orbits. The First Shadow's eyes widened. "It's unstable." The Devourer stepped forward. "It is consuming." Liana looked toward Morvane. "The Interworld..." Morvane's face became pale. "It's becoming another Hunger." --- A massive shockwave erupted. The two universes began moving toward the expanding realm. Liana screamed as the Celestial Heart pulled more energy from her.

A deep vibration passed through the space between the worlds. Then a message appeared. WORLD SIX: ACCESSIBLE. Elara's eyes widened. “World Six?” Auren stared at the message. “There were only five.” Seren whispered, “Now there are six.” A doorway formed in front of them. Unlike the previous doors, this one wasn't black or silver. It was completely white. No symbols. No markings. No name. Elara stepped toward it. Then she stopped. A strange feeling passed through her. The door felt familiar.

Antonia replied flatly, her voice smooth and entirely devoid of any past attachment. "I am here to execute an international merger, not to chase ghosts. Let’s get our notes ready for section five." Monica stood frozen, a cold chill of goosebumps breaking out across her arms. She realized with a sinking wave of dread that while Portia was still drowning in the unhealed trauma of the past, Antonia had genuinely, irreversibly crossed the bridge to the other side of their inverse universe. Once again, a suffocating wave of guilt flowed all over Monica, heavy and crushing. The clinical coldness in Antonia’s eyes was more terrifying than any scream of anger.

“Let’s save the world.” As they ascended the long tunnel toward the surface, the entire university shook with apocalyptic force. The final champion of the Lunar Rage — a colossal, intelligent monstrosity that had absorbed the rage of tens of thousands — stood waiting for them in the ruined central quad, its body formed from the collected nightmares of everyone they had lost. The last battle had arrived.

Souls were sent to completely different worlds and the employee of Heavenly Affairs hardly met each other in the same world. “Unrequited Love, huh,” Ansel said as he laid down on the bed. He wondered what must have happened in June’s real life. “Was there a mistake when you assigned me the mission?” Ansel asked. [No host. The slot for the male lead was empty when we assigned you. Two souls getting sent to the same world is uncommon but it does happened. Do don’t panic host. I will talk with June’s system and maybe we can work out a cooperation.]

“What’s that?” “A snag,” said Ophois. “This is the space between dimensions,” Fenrir said, his voice grim. “Demeter’s plants were strong and thick enough to navigate this realm and create a breathable atmosphere that wouldn’t kill your physical bodies.” “Okay,” I said, hoping one of them would add a little more detail. Ophois tossed a gold key into the void, creating a second doorway that opened into a hallway. “This is the palace of the Sixth Dimension.” “So, we need to create another bridge?” I asked.

"There are six other realities that survived their own Void Wars. Six other universes that found ways to push back entropy. And the cosmic cycle is bringing us together." "Together how?" Luna asked. "Complete merger. In five years, all seven surviving realities will converge into a single unified existence." Xavier's expression was grim. "We'll either integrate peacefully with six other civilizations, six other versions of Earth, six other histories and species and cultures.." "Or?" Marcus prompted.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

"Forty-three million. Down from three billion at your universe's creation. We have been dying since the moment we were born. The mirror gets the shadow of your light. We get the shadow of the shadow. The scraps of the scraps." Jack's gut twisted. Forty-three million beings living in a universe made of leftovers. Existing on the fading echo of an echo. "And the other eleven?" Jack asked. "The ones coming through the other cracks?" "They are hungrier than I am. Reflection Seventeen is relatively stable. Reflections One through Sixteen have populations ranging from a few hundred to none at all. The darkest reflections are not universes anymore. They are wounds. And wounds want to be fed." The c

Graham continued in a solemn voice, "Now, I have another announcement. Recently, the Six Sects received news about strong cultivators at the New World. They are planning an attack against us." All of the students from the Hexad School looked at each other; they felt lost. New World? What was that about? When he realized that the students were confused, Graham explained, "My dear students, after you've graduated, you'll join the Six Sect. You are the future of the Six Sects, so it is time for me to share some information with you." Graham said calmly, "There are two main parts of the land in our world. The part that we are living in is called World Nature, and the other is the New World."