Alternate Universe Example Novels & Stories

I said, and Unice came to a halt, massaging me. "Do you believe in a parallel universe?" Unice asked me out of the blue. "What kind of inquiry is that? I'm not sure about that, but I believe so. What exactly is it about?" I asked her, and I opened my eyes because I heard her laugh. "The other universe is where we have the same body, same face but different kind of person," Unice spoke up, leaving me speechless. "Really? Do you mean my parents are still alive in the alternate universe?" I asked her, and she nodded after rising from laying down.

"I don't think he did that. I think Aurelian made him do that because Aurelian died by the hands of someone named Morveth and Morveth possessed Nicholas, so…" "Then why does this feel so wrong?" I asked shakily. "Why does it feel like he's not supposed to be a bad person?" "Because maybe he wasn't." I looked at her immediately. "In the other reality… people were different," she whispered. "Some people became monsters here because this reality changed things." "Changed how?" "It rewrote lives." "The universe still tries to pull people back toward who they were before," Iris continued softly. "Even if everything else changes."

They would be gone. He closed his eyes. He saw the alternate timeline playing out behind his eyelids. The one where he was sitting in this office, alone, with billions of dollars and a hole in his chest where his heart used to be. The one where Ethan grew up thinking his father was a "ghost." The one where Aurora married a sculptor in Paris and forgot the sound of Liam’s voice. It was a vision of hell. And he had walked right up to the edge of it. "Never again," he whispered. It was a vow. A prayer.

"Parallel universes. Going back to our previous lessons, which are the idea that space-time is flat, the number of possible particle configurations in multiple universes would be limited to 10^10^122 distinct possibilities, to be exact. So, with an infinite number of cosmic patches, the particle arrangements within them must repeat — infinitely many times. This means there are infinitely many "parallel universes": Cosmic patches the same as ours that contain someone exactly like you, as well as patches that differ by just one particle's position, patches that differ by two particles' positions, and so on down to patches that are different from ours.

I urged when neither of them would move. “We can't do that, Yer Highness,” Conny said, then added in a dramatically frightened whisper, “You could have us hanged for it.” I rolled my eyes. “Forget it. I'll do it myself.” And I did. Hard. But nothing happened. I tried again and again and again, but I didn't magically wake up on my own bed in my slightly messy apartment. There was only one explanation for this: I’d been trapped in some sort of alternate universe with weird Irish maids and werewolves that apparently had fun un-aliving their own parents. Just the same sort of stuff you'd snort at in sci-fi movies.

When she closed her eyes, she saw unlimited universes, some similar to theirs and others completely unrecognisable. ‘But where is Sikandar?’ Focus on finding him. Ayesha tried to do as advised. The multiverse spun like a kaleidoscope before stopping at the real dimension, where Sikandar and co were enjoying pizza with a young woman. Now, try to imagine a tunnel between your world and the real world. Ayesha did as asked and soon she could hear what they were saying. “Pineapple pizza is legit,” Meeran claimed, “You guys just hate it because you think it’s cool to hate it.”

"Not just the save files, Elara. The **Souls**. The billions of people who were 'Deleted'... they weren't destroyed. They were stored. The First Shadow isn't just taking Sarah. He's going to the Nursery to wake up the **Un-Stitched**." "The Un-Stitched?" "The people who don't know the world has changed," Aris said. "Five billion humans who think it’s still June 1998. If he wakes them up now, in this broken Multiverse... they won't be survivors. They’ll be a **Plague**."

But just as hope seems lost, something unexpected happens. The rogue Devourers who joined us strike back against their former kin. They've begun their own evolution, transforming from consumers into something new. Their battle plays out across quantum layers, beautiful and terrible to witness. "Look!" Xander points as more beings join the fight. The Altered, those changed by our previous reality shifts, rise up to defend what remains of existence. Their unstable forms become advantages, allowing them to fight across multiple states of being simultaneously. Luna suddenly gasps, his consciousness expanding to encompass all possible futures. "I see it," he whispers. "Every path, every choice, e

"I can't find a Taylen Nova." "Here in New Zealand?" Cuore asked. "Well, that's good." Prince Tay stated. "No. There is no record of a Taylen Nova ever existing." "So... so there's no version of ourselves in this dimension? Is that even possible?" Taylen questioned. "I guess so. If there are limitless parallel worlds, then there can be one where we don't exist." I shrugged. "That's terrifying!" Prince Tay exclaimed. "Maybe we haven't been born yet? I mean we all different ages. This version could be a negative age at the moment." Taylen remarked.

Lala flicked her long weave as she asserted her focus on me. “Geez, are you like one of those people who believe in the multiverse theory?” Nikki butted in. “Beyond the observable universe, other universes may exist as well. Yep, I do believe in that.” Lala went on. “And you might be surprised that in that universe, he’s like gay and he’s into you.” “Aaah? Is Lala on crack again?” Jane looked confused, we all looked confused, most especially me because I know we did make out in the past.