All The World Is Sleeping Novels & Stories

The man is calm. Adela pursed her lips, too lazy to say more on the subject: "I agree with you to do the quest in the five worlds. Now tell me what I need to do." Adela immediately brought up their main topic. She absolutely didn't want to be in this damned space for another second. "World setting system!" "World setting system!" "World setting system." "Complete!" Before Adela could understand what was happening, a sharp screen appeared in front of her, which was showing real-life footage of a girl. That girl had the same face, figure, and personality as Adela was watching.

GYPSY'S POV 🎶Now the sun turns out his light, Good night, sleep tight. Dream sweet dreams for me, Dream sweet dreams for you. Good night, Good night, everybody, Everybody, everywhere, Good night.🎶 I shut my eyes after the lullaby ends and force a yawn out of myself, ready to sleep like I've been for the past three hours. Five minutes later, I'm staring eyes wide into the darkness. Ugh. What the heck?

INNOCENT WORLD. ***************************** The overwhelming and thunderous night was finally disappearing.As Sun started to spread its light,rising behind the mountains.Telling the world to every darkness there is light. To every sorrow there is a happiness,giving the weak humans a HOPE!!!! INDEED sun is a hope.Its beautiful rays causing the sky to blush in red and orange,shying from the beauty of Sun. I don't remember when sleep overcame me and I was gone in another world.Chachu was beside me.We were in our neighbour home.Our own house was full due to relatives.I was too small cuddling with Chachu.

The spells that took the winds that were so strong that you brought and destroyed the cities that were left on each coastline, reducing concrete to sand, that's where at that time, when the world was taken by waves of magical and demonic energy, that made that thousands of people around the world fell asleep by magic for a period of 98 hours straight. On that day, March 9, 2023, at 00:00, until they fell asleep during the 168 straight hours of magical sleep that all countries in the world, islands, in all continents, territories, forests, archipelagos, villages, colonies and any part of the world where there is a living being.

And as I fall asleep tangled with them, I feel it—the pulse of every soul in the pack breathing in harmony through me. For one night, the Goddess lets the world rest.

"The door to the north is closed now. The Heart sealed it. But it will open again. When the world needs what's on the other side." "What is on the other side?" "I don't know. But I hope, when it opens, we are ready." --- I wrote in my journal that night. The Sleeping Ones have awakened. They are not enemies—students. Somnia is their leader. She is old, wise, curious. The door to the north is closed. But it will open again. The Circle is strong. But the world is larger than we know. Dax is holding me. Luna Rose says she hears singing from the north.

Morvane's voice hardened. "So I became one." --- The vision changed. Morvane stood between two worlds. Older now. Exhausted. The old universe was collapsing. The new universe was forming. People were screaming. Armies were fighting. Every voice demanded the same thing. Choose us. Save us. Protect our world. Morvane pressed his hands against his ears. The memories disappeared. He looked at Liana. "I heard them." "Every person." "Every prayer." "Every scream."

Please Then the world went black.

Elvira snapped impatiently and hung up with a bang. "It's real! The bomb is real! Elvira, don't hang up! Don't hang up! Elvira! El–" The timer hit zero, and a deafening explosion tore through my body before I could even react. The bomb on Whitney detonated in an instant. Shockwaves rippled through my vision as I screamed, "No!" The next second, I was sent flying by a tremendous force. The world around me fell instantly silent. I drifted in an endless darkness, dizzy and disoriented, for what felt like an eternity.

Studying. The planetary psychic network fell into a dead, absolute silence. Billions of ordinary people simultaneously felt the crushing, intimate pressure of that gaze pressing against their consciousness. A child looking out a high-rise window in Tokyo. A farmer tending his crops in the red dirt of Ghana. A teacher grading papers under a lamp in Paris. A fisherman hauling his nets off the coast of Brazil. Everyone. Every single soul felt the exact same weight. The Sleeper looked at them all, and then, it spoke. The voice was not loud, carrying no booming resonance, yet it vibrated clearly inside the marrow of every living human.