Alternate Universe Example Novels & Stories

Book one of the Magnus series. A Fantasy Novel that brings Rex Magnus's struggle to life. After he was left by his birth parents, given to his grandmother, Iris who tries her best to shield Rex and bring him up to be the best he can be, he is constantly getting beaten down during his 17 years, soon he will be 18 and before he knows it, will unlock secrets he didn’t think could exist, he was part of a royal family of people who had mastered the skill of fusing their souls with dragons! This brings certain perks and power and he soon finds out, brings just as many negatives with it. He will meet new friends on his journey to claiming his birthright, some helpful and some with their own agendas and he hopefully can form a normal family after 18 years of separation. It isn’t long before he is challenged by creatures of shadow, beasts of legend and races of people that possess great power who want his for their own. Using his new found abilities and friends he will carve a path that will be remembered for centuries, being next in line for emperor over the land of Dracoterrum possessing the power of dragon should make it an easy task, right?

Asalea's eyes narrowed. She can guess that the event is a wedding ceremony. So, she will be attending a wedding occasion? "Whose wedding is this?” she asked the man who fetched her. “Yours, Madam.”He said and then got something inside his paper bag. “Please wear this,” the man said handing her a black veil with a tiara in it, beautifully adorned with black diamonds. “What did you say?!” Asalea gasped in surprise. “This is your wedding Madam.” The young man repeated his statement. “Who shall I be marrying?” with narrowed eyes, Asalea asked again. “You will know later on. Please be ready Madam. The wedding march will start.” Then the man step aside and motioned her to walk forward when the wedding march song started to fill the whole astrodome. Asalea does not know if she will follow or will make herself invisible and run. She chose the first. She knows that she will be dead if she will run. At least they will not kill her. Looking at her elegant black gown, her veil with tiara, and the venue of the wedding; she knows she will be marrying someone of a high profile from the Glodeous Kingdom. She can still start her life here and then plan for her revenge later on against the Ecleteon werewolves. With chin held up, Asalea made her graceful walk going to the altar. Getting nearer the altar, she saw the back of a man standing in front. Asalea surmises that he might be her groom. “Hmm, not bad,” she murmured. Slowly the man turned his back and faced her when she was already walking almost beside him. Asalea's eyes grew big when she recognized the man. “Hello, my pretty vampy.” He whispered, intensely looking at her with his ocean-like deep blue eyes.

THIS IS BOOK ONE!! Book two is titled Saved by My Alpha. Read this story before you read the sequel.Kennedi had no parents and so Elias raised her. Even though others in his pack could've raised her, he chose to. He was curious about her. Even when she was just a pup. She had a unique crescent birthmark on her stomach. When she grew up, she was also curious about him and also herself and so that's where it all started. Join these two in their supernatural world full of magic and wonder!

A fictional world set in our reality, wherein, when a person dies, they continue their life in an exact replica of the initial world, with no memory of what had happened previously. In this world, there are individuals, glitches if you will, that retain their memory when the shifting of reality occurs. These people are called primes. The Primes are created from the longing of existence (child- Infinity) trying to defeat its mother (grand-mother), nothingness. This brings in the main character, Jude, the key in bringing the salvation that existence requires. However, nothingness was able to infect some primes, called finite.... who want one thing only, to cut the natural, infinite flow of reality, and lead us back to the path of nothingness.

The continent of Revera was once a place of peace and harmony. This large piece of land was inhabited by mystical creatures, large military bases, and tribes of mages and witches— a perfect combination of extraordinary people. Different races from different nations coexist and never touched each other’s lands. Not until, Kanzeri, a military-based country decided to broaden their empire as they tried to invade all the countries in Revera, including the Sky City where mystical creatures reside. A small country called Magnusville has been caught in the crossfire and now suffering great losses. The war among nations takes place here and it became a battleground bathed with blood of mystical creatures from Sky City, warriors from Kanzeri, and mages from other countries. Meanwhile, in order to save his beloved country, a young man named Reign Fernandes and his mates began to search for power— a power not given to a mere human; a power that could change the world for good. Can they stop the war among nations and save Magnusville from brewing destruction before it's too late?

Princess Sophia Monteverde has to transfer to an academy she never heard of just because her parents told her that her life is in danger. She got a group of royalty as her friends. But there's one big problem, Clyde Villegas hates her to the core and she doesn't know why. They always fight, they hated each other guts but despite that, she still ends up having feelings for him but the problem is Clyde is already in love with his long lost best friend. Would her feelings for him be unrequited or not? What if while staying in the academy she found out that she's living a lie all her life? What are betrayal and fear that succumb to her? Would she be able to trust or other people again?

Her name was Cathedra. Leave her last name blank, if you will. Where normal people would read, "And they lived happily ever after," at the end of every fairy tale story, she could see something else. Three different things. Three words: Lies, lies, lies. A picture that moves. And a plea: Please tell them the truth. All her life she dedicated herself to becoming a writer and telling the world what was being shown in that moving picture. To expose the lies in the fairy tales everyone in the world has come to know. No one believed her. No one ever did. She was branded as a liar, a freak with too much imagination, and an orphan who only told tall tales to get attention. She was shunned away by society. Loveless. Friendless. As she wrote "The End" to her novels that contained all she knew about the truth inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, she also decided to end her pathetic life and be free from all the burdens she had to bear alone. Instead of dying, she found herself blessed with a second life inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, and living the life she wished she had with the characters she considered as the only friends she had in the world she left behind. Cathedra was happy until she realized that an ominous presence lurks within her stories. One that wanted to kill her to silence the only one who knew the truth.

Rivergate's most elite social circle had always shared an unspoken rule. Men were free to play the field as they pleased, drifting from one woman to the next. Women, on the other hand, were only allowed a single, discreet indulgence on the day they came of age—a privately hired "life assistant" meant to take care of their physical needs. … On my coming-of-age day, I picked Elliot at first glance from a hundred applicants who came in for interviews. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked composed and restrained, and carried himself with a calm maturity that set him apart. He was steady, meticulous, and obsessively clean. The only condition he agreed to was that there would be no bodily contact—hands only. And after every encounter, he would scrub his hands with disinfectant alcohol a hundred times. Over five years, the empty bottles alone were enough to circle the villa seven times. I used to think that one day, I'd help him overcome his barriers and truly make him mine. That illusion shattered the night I got drunk and accidentally wandered into Elliot's room. Hidden beneath his pillow was a DV camera, and inside were several videos of him pleasuring himself. On the screen, the same man who had always been calm and rational with me was staring at the lingerie of the adopted sister who had caused my mother's death, his Adam's apple bobbing as he moaned her name, "Chloe… I love you…" Only then did I realize that every step he had taken toward me had never been about me at all. It had always been a carefully concealed, long-nurtured love for her. So, it was very odd that he cried when I took my adopted sister's place in marrying someone else.

On the very night Finn Chapman's first love got divorced, he threw the ninety-ninth divorce agreement at me. "Lisa's heart is broken. She can't move on. I have to take care of her," he said. Even our seven-year-old son tried to persuade me. "You should just agree to the divorce and leave," he told me. "Let Lisa move in. We don't need a maid like you anymore." Both father and son were certain I'd scream, cry, beg them not to throw me out. But I didn't. I simply nodded, quietly signed my name on the divorce papers, and left. Ten years later, my son became the top scorer on the SATs. During an interview, a reporter asked him, "What has motivated you to study so hard all these years?" He went silent for a moment. Then, in front of everyone, his eyes turned red. "Because I wanted to tell my mom," he said, voice trembling, "I've grown up now. Will you come back? Please don't leave me again."

On the fourth day after my son's death, I decided to secretly dissolve my military marriage with my husband. Before that, I had three days to settle everything for my son. On the first day, I tricked my husband into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to the school and collected the textbooks my son would never get to use. On the third day, I cooked a table full of dishes and begged my husband to celebrate our son's last birthday. He agreed, but soon after claimed he had a mission. Instead, he spent the entire night setting off fireworks with his childhood sweetheart. That night, I cooked. Then, I sat alone before my son's photo and ate all my son's favorite foods. The next day, my husband returned, guilt flickering in his eyes as he handed me a brand-new backpack. He said it was a gift for our child's first day of school. But he didn't know—our child would never have a first day of school.