Blanc Hyperdimension Novels & Stories

Two figures appeared out of nowhere and landed silently. Blanc was standing at the front, dressed in flowing white robes and wearing a tall hat. The words "Fortune Upon Meeting" were carved on his hat. His pale face and vivid red lips gave him a striking appearance, and his narrow eyes still held a trace of irritation, as if he had been summoned unwillingly. Blanc and Noir carried out their duties in Netherrealm, responsible for guiding souls and reaping spirits. They had always acted under orders, and nobody had dared to summon them without warning.

“I promised her I wouldn’t harm the cause she fought for. I intend to keep that promise.” Blanc’s relief was fleeting. Before he could respond, flames erupted from his body, their silver tongues consuming him with a ferocity that left no room for escape. Blanc screamed, the sound raw and primal, yet Hound’s arms held him tight, the flames illuminating his calm, unflinching expression. The seers burst into the room, their movements frantic, but it was too late. By the time they reached Blanc, there was nothing left but ashes.

Reality outside the viewport didn't just bend; it shattered. The blue sky and fluffy white clouds of Earth were instantly replaced by a blinding, chaotic kaleidoscope of impossible colors. This was The Bleed—the hyperspace between dimensions. It was a terrifying, mesmerizing ocean of raw data streams, dormant magical energies, and the skeletal remnants of erased realities.

2 years later I am here outside my school, feeling the breeze of the air that is touching my skin. And as this engineering school of mine is near the Manila bay, where you can watch the beautiful sunset, I stood here and watched that masterpiece of the nature. The sky is in the color of orange, yellow, and a hint of blue. Which calms my mind. I hugged myslef as I can feel the cold breeze. I took a deep breath, and smiled. I can’t help ut to smile. Everything is over. Everything have fall in their places. There is no more of everything. I’m at peace. We are at peace. Of my best friend slash brides maid Elocin, and my fiance Elexier. Yes, that’s right, fiance.

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Avan ran his hand through his hair “I know what it sounds like and trust me, I am embarrassed as it is already. It is weird, and I have a gut feeling it is a trap.” Now, Nate took another sip “What trap?” “The white wolves are in hiding, Nate, what is the coincidence that one comes out of the blue and finds her way into Blue Villa.” “Or, she could have just been hunting for food and got caught.” “No, I asked around. She was traded.” “Okay, let me get you right. You feel something for a white wolf and decide she should take care of you.” Avan sighed. “It is more than that. She said she has no rank, but she has energy, Nate. Tough energy. She is lying.”

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

***MAYA'S POV*** My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the glaring light overhead. As the brightness faded into focus, I was met with stark white walls that felt more like a canvas hauntingly devoid of color. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with faint whiffs of medication filled the air, suffocating me. A nearby machine beeped in a steady rhythm, the sound foreign and mechanical. Suddenly, it all came rushing back. I shot up in bed, adrenaline coursing through me, only to feel a firm hand on my shoulder, gently but insistently pulling me back down. I turned to find Christi, her face etched with concern, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

“There has to be a story there, but Daemon is the most secretive member of the warriors I know. He barely talks. No one knows a thing about him, other than his… well... his…” "Sleeping around?" I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet again. "You can say it, Lena. Everyone in the Blue Moon Pack knows it, even if they don't talk about it." “Yeah,” she sighed. “That.” Lean moved towards me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my feet. I stepped out of it and walked to the bathroom. “You can go to bed, Lena. I want to be alone.” “Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…”