Alternate Universe Ideas Novels & Stories

Hundreds. Thousands. The ninth world was splitting into possibilities. Auren's face went pale. "That's impossible." Elara shook her head. "No." She remembered the first possibility. The first "what if." "This is exactly what it was born to do." Elias looked at her. "What happens if it keeps splitting?" Elara didn't answer. Because she already knew. Eventually there would be no single ninth world. There would be infinite worlds. Infinite versions. Infinite consequences. Infinite possibilities.

As an innocent girl caught in the relentless gears of the justice system, my experience in that harsh environment left indelible scars on my soul. From the moment I was ushered into the police jail, I felt like a helpless lamb led to the slaughter. The environment was a stark contrast to the outside world I had known. Cold, sterile, and devoid of any compassion, it seemed designed to strip away our humanity. The walls were an unforgiving shade of gray, and the dim, flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows that seemed to dance with the whispers of despair.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of his silly face or it was my body’s post-response to all the tears that I’ve shed. “Have you ever tried wishing for a new life?” His voice became serious and he gave out a warm yet dodgy smile. “You know, Japanese and Korean comics have been too popular as of the moment because of its reincarnation or transmigration stories. Have you ever wished to experience the same thing?” Scenes from the stories that I have read flowed in my mind smoothly, it was as if someone intended that I remember it. In a slow manner, I nodded at him. “Well, I’ll lie if I say I didn’t. But I know it was just a fleeting dream.” I faced the window—silently asking to end our conversati

To all of his creations, the shattered crystal that formed the 12 guardians spin the cycle of the played stance where the other Yin is also a playwright. “Shall I play the God, then?” Bound to the game of a child’s play. The grand cycle, the alternate universes. The equivalent exchange of their lives. The shattered soul and memories. The broken pieces that are needed to be mended and back. The bridge and the fragments exist to undo the original loops intertwine the other 6 alternate universes, and make their counterparts to be known. “Seven worlds, 7 alternate universes, 7 sins and the alternate us in those worlds, to undo everything and stop HIS madness, we both needed to die as our shatter

No one said anything so he continued speaking. “Each of these alternate worlds could have infinite realms or dimensions attached. When the shift started happening, another phenomenon began. People in Anwyn became allergic to certain poisonous plants. They had always been immortal, so this turn of events was unfathomable. It was never considered that there was even a chance that one day they would wake up and something as simple as a flower would be capable of ending their existence."

' "Second, where'd this body came from? Is everyone like this? I mean, are they like this too? "Those are two questions already, but since it is for our own good, I will answer them." He even slightly bit his lips. "Apparently, we are all in an alternate universe, everyone, when they woke up from the original world to this alternate universe, was reborn as an infant, as their former selves or half of their original selves, but that, of course, will depend on them. I don't know what certain conditions must be met, but obviously, you are reborn with half of your age, but that is only manifested in your body. Your mind, and soul is your former self, and that is what I meant with the third type

I wouldn't blame myself for becoming a psychopath because they are the ones who made me a psychopath, and when they question me about it, you would already know the real definition of STUPIDITY. Maybe it is true that life is just a blip. You don't know if you still have ten thousand tomorrows or twenty. If I could beg God that when I die, I don't go to heaven or hell, instead I will live in the universe that I created. The universe that became my escape button from the uncertainty of reality. My life splits into two, reality and fiction but is it possible that their in contrast melody can turn into a new anthem? An anthem that shows that fiction is no different from reality and they can merg