Alternate Reality Novels & Stories

The Witness is undeterred. “Then we make the exile realm infinite,” it suggests. “Perpetually expanding to contain all death refugees. Problem solved permanently.” “That’s creating alternate reality for beings refusing proper death,” Original Death protests. “That’s not solving death, that’s enabling death avoidance.” “That’s negotiable death working as intended,” the Witness argues. “Some beings choose to avoid ending through perpetual negotiation. Let them. Exile them to space where that’s acceptable. Everyone else stays in functional death systems.”

A world where she never met him. A world where she was happy. The thought felt like betrayal. And somehow heartbreak. Hours passed. Disturbances increased. Reports flooded the keep. Entire forests appearing where rivers once flowed. Cities changing location overnight. People remembering lives they had never lived. Reality folding into itself. Night arrived. Dark. Heavy. Unnatural. Aria couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw another version of herself. Another possibility. Another path. Another fate. The child remained restless.

“There’s something going on beyond the portal that has them more concerned than normal.” “Beyond the portal?” I mused. “There are so many portals. What portal are they worried about?” As he patiently looked at me, I noticed that the anxiousness in his beautiful eyes slowly shifted to love that bordered on lust. “It’s a saying more than a place. When they say Beyond the Portal they mean in the alternate reality. It’s a way of keeping it separate from time travel and the like.” “I see,” I said as I considered this fact. “So, if they’re referring to time travel, then, they simply say time travel?”

Suspenseful encounters unfolded as citizens interacted with their interdimensional counterparts, discovering similarities and divergences that defied their understanding of reality. Among the interdimensional arrivals was a version of the charismatic leader from a reality where the joint empire had taken a divergent path. The twist of encountering their alternate self brought forth conflicting emotions and philosophical reflections. The joint empire now faced the challenge of reconciling the choices made in various dimensions, navigating the twists of existence that defied conventional wisdom.

"It's our only way out." As we tread cautiously, a myriad of images began to manifest around us. These weren't just memories or possible futures; they were alternate realities, different versions of our lives had certain choices been made differently. In one, Altair was a revered knight, celebrated by the masses. In another, Liora wielded magic that shaped the very essence of Meranthia. Seraphina, in a different fragment, was a scholar, her wisdom shaping generations. And I saw myself in roles I'd never imagined, from a healer to a betrayer.

The traces of two different realities had overlapped on my phone. "Honey, have some fruit." Brandon walked in holding a plate of mangoes, all neatly cut and diced. In my memory, Jake loved mangoes. Brandon, who was supposed to be allergic, was now eating them without any reaction. I watched him closely, then asked, "Brandon, do you believe in alternate realities?" His chewing paused for a second. "That's kind of philosophical. Why'd you ask that?" "Just curious," I said lightly. "Do you think there could be another world where everything is the complete opposite? People who hate blue cheese suddenly love it. People allergic to mangoes can eat them freely. Even—"

“It was, but it was weirdly therapeutic too. Like, I was able to take a step back and see what he was actually doing. When stuff moved around and went missing, or when he told me that a conversation had or hadn’t taken place, I was like a scientist observing some bizarre anomaly. I saw it, I saw it all. I kept seeing and hearing those women from the show in my head, and I just got it. A few times I almost laughed in Brian’s face when he said something, just because it was so fucking ridiculous what he was doing, but then I wanted to cry because I’d believed exactly that kind of bullshit thing before. It was – it was an alternate reality. But I had woken up and

"The Crestborne Pack's sealing a trade deal with humans today. Neutral Zone Trade Center. Take someone. Blow it up. Wreck the whole thing." I just... blinked. How much did he hate Crestborne? They weren't just strong—they ruled the South. Their Alpha? Lethal. Their heir? Worse. This wasn't a mission. It was a death sentence. But if I wanted out of this cursed trial... I had to take the hit. I hung up and turned to Caden. He was mid-toothbrush. "Caden, I need a favor." He spit. "Another roleplay? What's the vibe—daddy issues or hostile takeover?"

“I’ve been falling since I was five. This is the first time I’ve landed on my feet.” Kim didn’t respond. She simply turned and walked away, her perfume lingering like smoke in her wake. Skyler appeared moments later, holding a plate with a cupcake and a single unlit candle. “What’s this?” Aurora asked, raising an eyebrow. “Your unofficial initiation,” Skyler said, setting it down. “You’ve been reborn, sweetheart. Might as well celebrate it.” Aurora stared at the candle. “I don’t know what to wish for.” “Then don’t wish,” Skyler said. “Just blow it out like you own the damn night.”

A refusal to believe the unbelievable is what stops your brain from flipping the switch and destroying you. 'So, what's the alternative?' I said. 'Believe you and go mad?' 'No. The alternative is to believe me and stay alive,' he said. 'This isn't about sanity and insanity. Fuck all that. This is about you choosing an alternative reality. This is about you refusing to accept what your mind is telling you. This is about you suspending disbelief long enough to see out another day on this earth.' He paused, biting on his lower lip, his eyes searching mine. 'That is, of course, if you even want to stay alive.'