An Immense World Audiobook Novels & Stories

When I said that, Jeffrey looked surprised for just a second, but then he composed himself and gave me a book. "This is the medical book you wanted. While you were sick, I made a copy for you." I grabbed the book fast, scared that I might start crying at any moment. Back in my room, I looked through the copied book, touching the confident writing. There was only one copy of this medical book in the entire world, and it was kept by a collector. The borrowing process was difficult, and anyone who got it had to return it within a day. Jeffrey probably stayed up all night to copy it.

“He looks like he could barely handle a newborn wolf, let alone you.” What are you doing? Cole linked me. I am going to get him to challenge me, I replied, smirking at the man. “And I mean if we are going to continue standing here with sticks up our asses, you may as well introduce yourself,” I shrugged. He glared at me, “My name is Magnus. I’m 736 years old.” I yawned, “Okay, so what exactly can we help you with since the Alpha isn’t here and you are boring me to sleep.”

Alfi said. They look serious to listen to his explanation. “First of all, have you ever felt any irregularities happened in the real world?” Alfi asked. “Like humans always do immoral stuff?” ßenlong asked. “Nope. Doing immoral stuff is just a main characteristic of humans. What I mean is Waku-waku.” Alfi said. “Oh, Waku-waku, eh? Rumor has it that they want to destroy the world, yet I didn’t feel any irregularities in the real world.” ßenlong said.

I wanted to crawl through the phone and beat him with it. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. It whistled over the open line. "Fine. Assuming the world she's from is hidden, would it need a lot of space, or just a little. It's not like the wardrobe in the Narnia books was big. It was the world on the other side that was huge." "Shit. That's right. Damn it." I rubbed circles on my temples. "Then what the fuck is Ainsley and her fucking family hiding out there?"

In that whenever I had the pleasure of bringing it to fruition, in which I will take with me the memories of the several solemn hours, even though I spent alone with the owner of the Sect of Um-Mu. It was that the event of the destruction of that universe happened, in which I realized, that it happened in which the moment became the end of the misfortune, of the chaos that led to the end of a civilization, however, I could not convey the idea of the exact character of the studies, or the occupations, in which it involved me, or by whose paths it led me towards madness. This was an exalted and highly unsettling idealization, which cast a shimmering glow over all that happened with his funeral

Celestites may be useful, but his life was more important. “First, I’ll tell you about the Immortal Realm.” The Oracle explained, “The Immortal Realm is huge and boundless. Many people spend their entire lives without seeing even a tenth of it. The immense Immortal Realm is divided into three thousand continents, and each continent spans millions of miles with hundreds to thousands of cities scattered across them. In addition, there are usually wastelands serving as buffers between the cities.” Three thousand continents and hundreds to thousands of cities in each one? The Immortal Realm was indeed huge.

Faces flickered across its surface. Thousands. Millions. All silent. All trapped. Aurelion stepped back, shaken. “It’s not one being…” Eryndor finished quietly: “It’s an entire world that couldn’t survive itself.” The Voice of the Broken It spoke again. But not in one voice. In many. Layered. Overlapping. “We were progress.” The ground trembled. “We were evolution.” The sky cracked further. “We became… too much.” The Weight of Truth The figure who called us stood behind it now.

Liam. As I drag my tired feet over the floor of the bunker, I hear Raven's voice echoing, loud, firm, and clear like he's lecturing. “The world will be ours. East. West. South. And the north.” His feet clack in the silent air. “You'll rule the world with me like demigods. Pass judgments upon your enemy and even the righteous.” Even though I've not reached their spot, I can already feel the air bursting with energy, with eagerness.

in frequencies that didn't exist in the known spectrum. Audrey stood at the "Aether-Helm," her hands deep within the sensory-well of the ship. She wasn't just steering a vessel; she was "Bracing" a reality. Beyond the membrane, she could see "Ghost-Flashes" of other worlds—universes where the "Great-Collection" had won, universes where the North had never frozen, and universes where life was made of "Liquid-Time" rather than matter. The pressure on the hull was immense, a "Conceptual-Weight" that tried to squeeze the Union back into a single, infinitesimal point of data.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.