A Parallel Universe Novels & Stories

On the day I turned 22, a mysterious polling page suddenly appeared in our home. [Would you trade the life of Amelia Silverstone for Rosamund Silverstone, who survived in a parallel world?] My parents voted "Yes." They said I had only been born because my sister died in an accident. I owed her this. The poll then appeared on Caelan Jackman's phone. I held my breath as I watched my boyfriend. We had been together for five years. Rosamund had saved his life back then, but if he would just say "no," I felt like I would still have one last reason to hold on. After a long moment of silence, he finally spoke. "This is just a test. She saved my life. I have to help her." He chose "Yes." [All

“Your species does not just affect your local galaxy, but across an infinite amount of parallel universes. As I had mentioned, your species causes corruption to spread societally and molecularly.” Freya and Raijin were taken aback by what Godeater was trying to tell them. They were attempting to wrap their minds around what it was saying, but just couldn’t quite understand. “Parallel universes?” they asked. “What, like our old Earth and our new one? That kinda makes sense… And you’re saying just us being here breaks them? That part doesn’t, at all! We mean, we’re born out of those universes! We’re products created by them. How could we possibly threaten them?”

he said, “See, the world is not the three-dimensional globe that you scientists know. There are parallel worlds. Like layers of different realities. Putting on glamor means putting on a layer on top of the reality that humans are in.” My frown did not subside and my eyebrows knotted even further. Unexpectedly, I forgot that I was being fearful just a moment ago. My whole body was filled with curiosity and hunger for answers. “You’re saying that the theory of the mathematical universe from Max Tegmark is true? And what? Supernatural beings have the ability to control these so-called layers?” This time, the angel frowned at me. “A what universe by who?”

he stated. "A parallel universe," I repeated. "Yes. One that's a lot different to this one." I crossed my arms against my chest again. "Are you talking about another reality?" I questioned cautiously. "Like, a parallel universe where everyone's alive and free?" He nodded slowly. I wasn' t sure whether or not I believed him, because it certainly wasn't something that could ever happen in real life. I mean, a parallel universe is one of the things that we used to talk about as kids, when we imagined the worlds that our parents lived in. A world where every person has their own story, where you live

Rihanna said. “Not anymore, ma'am,” Elaine assured her. “So, tell me in more details what you're here for.” Rihanna asked, lifting her mug to her lips. “Luna and I are here…” Elaine began, “We come from a parallel universe, and our doppelgängers have been sent to our world, posing as us. Our world is not as civilized as this world. It is still with lesser technology, and still embraces old, age-long practices. The fierce battle for power over there means we can't just stay here and forget about it all.” Elaine explained, “We are wolves.”

The power, the flame, the beauty. They’re here now. And for the first time since she’d spotted Zeke walking over to her table, she felt that it might actually happen. That somehow she’d slipped into a parallel universe, one with gold-silver unicorns wandering among the mere mortals, a world where anything, anything was possible. Suddenly, all Jo could think was: Maybe. Just…maybe.

“Tell us about it, “Baby Robbie said. Savannah placed one of the mysterious props that looked like an East Emperor Bell in the center of the table. She then placed several small planet-shaped props around them. She held a magnet-like object in her hands and closed her eyes while she started muttering a chant. Soon, the props on the table moved into a brand new arrangement. When Savannah stopped chanting, one of the planets fell into the East Emperor Bell. The East Emperor Bell then trembled violently, causing the planet to break apart. Baby Robbie stared at Savannah curiously. “What does this mean?” Savannah said, “My master told me there are many parallel universes in this world. There are

especially. Werewolves communicate to humans they are after, or they like through their dreams and imaginations, without directly affecting their personal life, their living on the planet Earth. The Blue Wolf exists in another realm. They do not influence your life on Earth, meaning that they do not make you appear like a beast with horns on planet Earth, you're just a normal person and will look normal all your life, but they'll give you messages to deliver in some parts of Earth, and you'll find yourself doing it without being conscious of what you are doing. They do not make you do things you've never done; they make you stronger in doing bad things that you already know how to do. There

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.

Charles immediately checked. “What boundary?” Marcus pointed toward the new universe. “The one between our existence and theirs.” Eva frowned. “Isn't that what we wanted?” “No.” Elena felt cold. “Why?” Marcus expanded the map. Their universe appeared. The isolated universe. The new universe of the Many. Then thousands of other realities. All separated. All stable. But the boundaries between them were changing. Not collapsing. Connecting. Tiny points. Like bridges. Lucas stared. “Did we do that?”