Cosmic Apotheosis Novels & Stories

Celestial beings, guardians of cosmic truths, revealed fragments of a grand narrative, a cosmic saga where choices echoed through the corridors of eternity. As the cosmic currents guided me through the nexus's labyrinthine pathways, the celestial symphony reached a crescendo. The nexus, a cosmic storyteller, beckoned me to witness the culmination of the celestial drama—a revelation that would shape the destinies of cosmic entities and illuminate the cosmic tapestry with the radiance of truth. The nexus awaited, a cosmic oracle ready to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden within the cosmic currents.

guiding their deliberations as they sought to align their cosmic paths for the impending convergence. Aurelius, drawing on his cosmic insights, presented celestial charts that depicted the cosmic energies converging at specific cosmic nexuses. Conversations among the cosmic leaders became a strategic discourse, simple words like "cosmic alignment" and "transcendent coordinates" marking their collaborative efforts to navigate the cosmic currents leading to the impending cosmic convergence.

Antonia replied flatly, her voice smooth and entirely devoid of any past attachment. "I am here to execute an international merger, not to chase ghosts. Let’s get our notes ready for section five." Monica stood frozen, a cold chill of goosebumps breaking out across her arms. She realized with a sinking wave of dread that while Portia was still drowning in the unhealed trauma of the past, Antonia had genuinely, irreversibly crossed the bridge to the other side of their inverse universe. Once again, a suffocating wave of guilt flowed all over Monica, heavy and crushing. The clinical coldness in Antonia’s eyes was more terrifying than any scream of anger.

I asked, He took a deep breath before telling me, “Apollo is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder, which is Spilt or Multiple Personality disorder, from the age of 7…” he glanced at Romulus and continued, ”...he had been through physical and emotional abuse and also depression at the early age....which caused his first alternate to appear, which is Cyrus… Cyrus helped Apollo from escaping reality… even though he had done horrible things but he helped Apollo and was always aware of his thoughts, Cyrus let Apollo know what he does and thinks…” he said,

I snapped, “if someone didn’t sabotage the parameters like a petty twelve year old, we could actually complete this evaluation like adults!” He turned then. “Oh? And here I thought adults didn’t throw hands in laboratories.” “You provoked me.” “Easily, apparently.” “Why are you trying so hard to sabotage me! You not wanting a woman in your space is your problem, stop trying to prove nothing!” Wind roared again, the chamber pressure hit critical. A harness snapped loose near Adrian, swinging wildly. Before I could think, I grabbed it and yanked him back, securing it around his chest. His face was inches from mine.

I love you, Gabriel. Christ, who was that? Shit, was that the man tattoed on his chest was he gay? He thought about that man. He was there, this man, he was in the corner of his mind, a bright sunny corner. Gabriel decided that he felt better thinking about this man. The man was laughing, but Gabe didn't know his name. Where was he, what surrounded him? Seats, hundreds of them, but that was all he could see in his mind's eye. Leave it for now, start looking for a way out. The best thing he found in the fridge was sixteen bottles of Peroni and food, Fucking marvellous at least he wouldn't die starving.