Best Fictional Worlds To Live In Novels & Stories

We laugh while looking around the almost empty meeting hall to make sure we weren’t heard. This new reality we are living in has brought about so many changes and compromise. Between the destruction from war and the human population being practically decimated through biological warfare, there wasn’t much of a world left. The humans destroyed each other and a good part of their world warring amongst themselves. Now they live off the land, like they are back in the medieval ages. No running water, no technology, no electricity, and that is only if they were lucky enough to survive. The Hidden World Collective, our leaders, had seen it coming and had started planning decades ago. They gathered

We would love to see all of the beauty, what powers lies beneath these strange worlds yes, but dont you think its hightime we focus more on discovering more about these worlds, joining tbe information we can get and creating a universe of our own. Someone just walked up and created the worlds. He made it possible that the worlds have some linkings and in a whole wide-world, there are seven other worlds connected. Theres the human race, an opposite universe, a Transcedent world, a miniature planet, mother earth, alliens dwellings and the Noctis worldlings.

he murmured; his imagination unhinged as he thought of what lies after the portal. His thoughts were of different worlds, a place made entirely out of snow and ice, a mountainous region with large flying birds, a world that burned, a city made of steel, a world where peace reigned. All these things were in his head as he tried to sleep. The curiosity consuming him from within. He wanted to know what was beyond it. He had to. But he shouldn’t. Vida New York City, Earth

“We aren’t really called the mythics, except as a collective term we all agreed upon a few hundred years ago. It’s almost a tongue-in-cheek poke at the obliviousness of humanity.” She blinked her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “There are multiple planes of existence in the world, North, and each one is populated by various species. There is mingling, of course, but we tend to stay in our own plane, except when it comes to Earth, which is a nexus point. Here, we all mingle if we choose to settle among the humans. It’s imperative to keep our existence secret though. Humans are far too likely to go off and make unwise decisions based on fear rather than try to find a way to c

Confidence turned to trembling uncertainty after absorbing the message. The sudden shift caught my attention. "Is everything okay?" I inquired. "Yes," she abruptly answered. "Anyway, there's evil amongst us because I just discovered that my parents weren't just working on anything. They were working on another abominable world that has meticulously hidden within ours." "What do you?" A waitress came by and cleared out our table. "There are different worlds away from ours which is the primary one we know of. Predominantly, one of them has been thriving for years and belongs to shifters of all kinds but the most popular are wolves."

It’s all part of the story—the story that led me to you, to this life, and to a place where I now feel truly at peace. And so, I want to share this with you: there was never a perfect world or a perfect path for me. What I needed wasn’t an easy road or a life without challenges. What I needed was the strength to walk between two worlds and to create something beautiful from it all. To find my place between the past and the future, between my dreams and my reality.

Others stayed in tight groups, afraid to venture far. "Can we go back?" a child asked her mother. "I don't know, sweetheart. I don't know." A vampire elder examined the strange plants. "This world is rich with magic. Richer than Earth has been in centuries. We could thrive here." "But it's not home," a witch said quietly. "It's exile." "Exile is better than extermination," someone else countered. Arguments broke out. Some wanted to build a new civilization here. Others wanted to find a way back to Earth. A few suggested they should have fought instead of fleeing.

He touched Kaelen’s forehead, and a vision flooded the boy’s mind. He saw a world without the Silver Peaks. He saw a city of white glass floating in the void, a place where millions of "perfected" souls lived in a state of eternal, sterile bliss. There were no packs. There were no rejections. There were no orphans. It was a world where Kaelen was the central sun, providing a light that never flickered and never cast a shadow.

A thing that didn't exist yet. She wove the story of a traveler who came from a far-off world of green forests and gentle streams. This traveler arrived in this chaotic place and was not afraid. Instead, the traveler was amazed. They saw the beauty in the crystal desert, the life in the jungle, the wonder in the floating city, the peace in the ocean. The traveler didn't see four worlds fighting. They saw one world of incredible, impossible diversity. They saw a masterpiece. She poured this story into the Loom and let it flow out into the chaotic world, not directed at any one reality, but as a gift to all of them.

They were effectively immortal, their cells constantly renewed by the planetary pulse. The Sovereigns lived in the "Severed-Cities" like Detroit, Paris, and Tokyo. They lived in the "Grey." They grew their own food, wrote private books, and held "Secret-Dinners" where the Sombra-Net couldn't hear their laughter or their grief. They died of old age. They felt the "Cold-Standard" of the winter. "We've created a 'Double-World,' Tommy," Avery said, looking at the first "Sovereign-Mark" on her own wrist. She had chosen to lead the Sovereigns. "A world of 'Gods' and a world of 'Ghosts.'"