Absolute Hynosis In Another World Novels & Stories

Somewhere below, people were laughing in rooftop bars, arguing in traffic, planning weddings and business meetings… Completely unaware the world was already beginning to rot. My fingers tightened. A pantry full of canned food wouldn’t save us anymore. Not if the timeline kept accelerating. I needed to understand the Sovereign Space better. Needed to know exactly what kind of miracle—or weapon—I had been given. I lowered myself onto the living room floor, exhaling slowly as I closed my eyes. “System…” I whispered softly. “Expand.” The silver interface inside my mind shimmered. Then the world vanished.

“The only pure thing I ever touched. That’s why your marrow is the final key. Once I have the stabilization from your blood, the instability ends. I will be the permanent Apex. I will be the God of the New World.” I clawed at his wrist, my boots kicking uselessly at his chest, which felt as solid as lead. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were burning, my vision tunneling into a single point of violet light. “You… have… nothing… left,” I choked out, my fingers searching for the obsidian pendant.

city—the original human world that Silas had never seen. And from the air, a voice that sounded exactly like the "First Alpha’s"—but coming from a million years in the past—began to speak. "The 'Re-founding' was the 'Trojan Horse', Genesis. You haven't escaped the Gallery. You've just 'Infected' the Real World with the 'Eclipse of the Dead'." And outside the window, the human city began to howl.

A low, subterranean groan shook the Boundary, and a massive crack opened in the ash, glowing with a sickly green light. “I have to go in,” I whispered to the void. I let go of Malachi’s hands. The sudden break in the circuit threw him backward, his body hitting the ash with a heavy thud. Without his heat-sink, the Absolute Frost and the Rot collided in my chest like two stars crashing. I didn't fall. I began to hover, my feet inches above the shattered array. My hair turned a blinding, crystalline white, and my eyes—once hazel—became twin voids of violet starlight.

to mimic the void, creating a localized vacuum that the Frost-Wraiths could not penetrate. "They are at the door, Soren!" a Shadow warrior barked, his voice a dry rasp of exhaustion. "Hold the line!" Soren roared, his claws dripping with the translucent black ichor of the wraiths. "The Alpha has returned. The light is coming." Deep beneath the floorboards, far beyond the reach of the battle, Maya was drifting through a world of molten orange and crystalline violet. She had moved past the catacombs and the tectonic plates, descending into the very "Mantle of the World".

“The Hollow Throne is not a place. It’s an entity’s body, a living realm. Once we step in, we are no longer bound by the rules of this world.” Malthea added, “Memories, fears, desires — they will be weaponized against us. Stick together.” Bain turned to his circle — Vulture, Petrov, Sokolov, Elias, Cassian, Seraphina, Malthea, Cassie, and Aragorn. “One rule,” Bain growled. “No one gets left behind.” Together, they stepped through. II. The Realm of Hunger The world on the other side was wrong. The sky was a swirling canvas of black ichor and crimson lightning. Mountains floated upside down, rivers ran like liquid shadows, and massive bones jutted from the ground like the ribs of a dead god.

[Moon Goddess, why are things from that world appearing here? I spotted my identity documents from the other realm spread across the coffee table. Birth certificate, pack registration, mating ceremony records... They had materialized one by one, reality bleeding between worlds. [My strength has not yet fully recovered, so I can only move the remaining objects from that world for now.] I felt a bit helpless and had to throw all the items that appeared into the trash can. Meanwhile, back in the pack lands, Ash had his hands wrapped around Scarlett's throat. "What did you do? Where have you hidden her?"

Fire consumed cities, tornadoes tore through streets, and humans screamed as the world collapsed around them. Fear surged through Catheria, and Araheen felt it double within her own chest. Then, they saw Zephyr standing atop a rocky hill, watching the devastation… yet not truly seeing it. Catheria frowned, and the vision shifted. Another image overlaid the destruction below. A perfect world. Zephyr stood surrounded by Awakened sylphs, hovering in the sky, radiating immense, otherworldly power. Below, salamanders roamed in evolved beast forms across the land, while humans moved as one—linked, unified, suffused with ethereal energy.

“It only happened when I asked them to help me see Cristine.” Amy nodded slowly. “Makes sense. You’re taking in too much of their energy to open your inner eye to other entities. And for some reason, that’s knocking you out every time.” “Meaning no more asking for extra sight,” the Haunter Supreme decreed, and waited for me to face him. “Promise you won’t do it again.” I nodded with a weary smile. “Okay, off of me, all of you. I’m fine.”

There was one where Alex and I stood united against a massive horde, another where we were separated by insurmountable barriers, and yet another where peace had been achieved, and our world was a fusion of humans and supernaturals. Alex joined me, his face reflecting the turmoil of the decisions before us. "Sophia, can we trust what we see? What if we make the wrong choice?" Before I could answer, a tremor shook the ground, and a blinding light engulfed the mirror. When it cleared, the serene reflection was replaced by a single, horrifying vision. Our world, is consumed by darkness, and a shadowy figure looming over it all, its eyes glowing malevolently. The older Sophia's face paled. "This.