Alternate Reality Novels & Stories

Hoping fiercely that they were not involved. With sadness clouding her usually vivid green eyes, Annalise barely spoke above a whisper. "They died. During the rogue rebellions. My parents were warriors...great warriors and wonderful alphas. I was their only child and they loved me." Annalise had to take a gulp of water before continuing. " I was only seven when I was told by their Beta that they had been lost during one of the rogues midnight raids. He took the position of Alpha after that and now his son is the Alpha but he is not good."

She sighed then her gaze shifted to my arm. "What happened to your arm?" Annah points at my left arm that's wrapped in a casket. "Don't worry about it." She eyes me for a second then lets it go knowing that I'll be fine. "Anyway, back to business." Annah is an arms dealer, her company is one of the best companies out there they call themselves 'The Caters' She does dirty work here and there but she knows how to cover up her tracks

Perhaps because I´ve already discovered that person in an alternative reality. “There´s something that´s been bothering me. Liam and Patrick, I believe you know them? They´ve been having visions of the time when I marked them. They believe they are visions of what might have been, some form of alternative reality.” “That particular moment before you chose your mate could have gone in different ways. A number of possibilities could have arisen in terms of how that moment could have played out, resulting in different realities. These men becoming aware of their very own alternate reality is a consequence of the spell being cast incorrectly.”

real. “Aria,” he said. soft. grounding. and for a second I almost took it. because it felt right.because it felt true. but something was off. subtle. small. but there. The mark didn’t react. didn’t surge. didn’t connect. my breath caught. because that wasn’t right. “Or,” the presence continued, “you may preserve the connection.” The space shifted again. and suddenly zayden wasn’t just there. he was everywhere. multiple versions. different states. different outcomes. one strong. unbroken. standing beside me. another weaker. fading. barely holding on. another gone. erased. and all of them possible.

Because everyone arrived at the same conclusion simultaneously. If they encountered the End early— Then, something had altered the path. Something had changed reality's natural progression. The awakened network flashed suddenly. "Anomaly detected." Every head turned. The network pulsed again. Harder this time. "Cross-reality narrative instability increasing." Luke frowned. "What does that mean?" The awakened voice hesitated. As though translating concepts beyond language. Then finally: "Multiple futures are disappearing." Silence. The shard spun sharply. "What?" The network repeated itself.

The only thought that came to his mind was that he didn’t need to hide Sarah’s pregnancy and he could get assistance from the whole team of doctors. A news clipping caught his attention. Mr. Miller is missing for two days. His family has approached MID but no luck yet. “Anna was telling the truth then. Her father never returned.” Arnold said massaging the back of her neck. “Do you think he is alive?” Sarah said staring hard at the screen. “Probably not. It’s Mr. Rendall’s style. He kills people but keeps them alive digitally until it is a suitable time to wipe off their identities.” Sarah shuddered on hearing this and said, “But, wasn’t he trapped by the owner of the Secret Club?”

Until I realized how deformed my life was. I loved a man, who made me see how life could be messy and complicated. I loved a man, who taught me how living can be harsh and scary. That sometimes, the Thank You, I'm Sorry and I Love You sounds so empty, sounds void. That kindness and goodness would take you nowhere. He made me see the other side of the world, its darkest reality. And it includes Him.

How wide is this whole thing going to blow up, well let’s put it this way, as a journalist I can only say that as soon as the truth comes out, it will be complete and utter anarchy. Imagine Mr. Robot meets Matrix kind of shit, the world will never be the same again. And here I sit, right beside Rafe and the rest of the crew. Everyone frantically preparing for the moment we press send and blow the minds of each and every human being who has access to the internet, social media, and a cellphone. When I say this is going to blow up like a barrel of fireworks on the fourth of July I mean it, humanity has never faced something like this, because they’ve been lied to since the beginning, they’ve

He used a transporter to send us into a vacuum, to rid us without a trace, and because of their information, they were able to get to us before we shifted or, for our understanding, before we died. “If we died, we would just have gone back in time, right?” James asked. “No boy, because death doesn’t exist”. She replied, “What?” We were shocked by her statement. She explained that humans or life in general doesn’t die but shifts to a similar dimension where it exists, and continues from there, with no memory at all of what has happened to said life. “So, what makes us special?” I asked. “Because you can remember”, she replied. “And…... we call any life form that can recall shifting events, Pr

All of this is real. There's really another me out there. Just as there are two Ariana's in existence. There's another world where we all existed, with different personalities but thesame body. I looked at the two of them and I couldn't comprehend what was happening. How could there be two people whose only difference is in the character, but are facially identical?