Distorted Realities Novels & Stories

I explain to my Dad and I can see him smile at me. "Let me ask you son, for the past week that you have been together do you see Mike in him?" my dad asked me and I shake my head "No dad, the times I was with him I see a different person in front of me, I thought that Mike change and let his guard down with me and I felt that I was falling again with him, but when you said that he was not Mike I got confused with my feelings" I said softly to my dad "Son, we all know from the start that Mike was so distant even when you were together, and about your feelings I know that you already know the answer, just don't let you heart be blinded by your confusion" my father smile at me and I was stunned

Dwendo said as he stood up. “I guess our conversation can come to an end, we shall go back to reality and ready yourselves to what you will discover,” Mr. Dwendo added. In just a blink of an eye, Astrid and Zaykee’s eyes got huge because after their world got distorted, they were beside the hidden door again but with a different scenario. They both got blown away from what they are witnessing now. To the point, Zaykee would throw up all the food he ate earlier. They were like in a horror scene. For instance, lots of drops of blood anywhere, many dead people lying on the ground, feeling the dark ambiance, and breathtaking views anywhere.

There were none. “There’s nothing I can’t see.” The woman pressed her glowing palm to Freya’s chest, making her scream. “You will forget everything, an imposter. If you speak of anything that happened in this realm, you will die before the words leave your mouth.” A silent scream parted her lips as she fell into the abyss of darkness.

she would always say. But the man that she had her eyes on tonight begged to differ. He was different, his gaze commanded the truth, his eyes were like a clock for hypnosis, the longer you stared, the more lost you felt, his body was like that of a Roman commander that had gone for war more times than one could count, she could not decipher if it was because of the shirt that hugged his muscles so well that it seemed they would pop if he moved.

"No! Please—Vincent! Help me! I'm your WIFE! You can't do this—I was wrong! I'll fix it! Please!" The only reply was the door slamming in her face. When they were gone, Vincent dropped to his knees, completely wiped. So it was all an act. The forced marriage? Fake. The stalking? Fake. He thought back to when Maggie got hurt. Serena told him to check the security footage. He didn't. Was that fake too? Suddenly, he couldn't bring himself to hit play. If Maggie had faked that too... how could he ever face Serena? What right did he even have to ask for forgiveness?

“Now it’s clear. It’s not that people don’t exist; our fates simply don’t. This illusion is made of copies, shadows of people. How could real destiny appear in a world built on lies? The Weave of Fate isn’t rejecting me; it simply doesn’t exist here. “That alone proves we’re trapped in an illusion. “But illusions are fragile. Easy to shatter. I could destroy this one the moment I found a weak spot. “That’s why whoever set this up used distractions, smoke, confusion, and distortions of time and space. Everything here is meant to scare us, exhaust us, and make us doubt ourselves. The more we panic, the longer our bodies in the real world stay trapped in ice. “Fear doesn’t kill us here; it’s ou

And now we were being told the only way to save reality was to become the very thing we had resisted. "And if we refuse?" I asked. "Then four thousand realities collapse into terminal corruption, killing more beings than your Devourer would have erased in a million years of normal function. But at least you maintain your moral superiority while existence ends." The Architect's sarcasm was cutting. "Choose quickly. Every hour you delay, another dimensional cluster enters terminal corruption." "There has to be a third option," Zack insisted. "Some way to—"

It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn. For four years, he had tormented me relentlessly, mocked me, and had affairs with numerous women, even forcing me into a relationship with him. Just days before his engagement to another woman, he had forcibly slept with me. Now, he claimed to love me, but he still brought this woman in front of me. He had deceived me over and over, played with my feelings. Was it really worth it? Luckily, I didn't believe him. Even though I almost did. When Wendy pulled my arm in annoyance, I had no defenses, and she yanked me off the bed.

"My people are reporting disturbances. The gaps between realities are unstable. Two of my scouts disappeared near Central Park and reappeared in New Jersey with no memory of how they got there." "Reality glitches," Jack confirmed. "The dimensional barriers are degrading. I need your people to pull back from any thin spots and consolidate around the Tower." Korvin's fractal tattoos pulsed with agitation. "We live in the gaps, Sterling. If the gaps collapse, we cease to exist."

"Rewriting reality itself? Creating dead zones? People going mad from doubled memories? This isn't natural." "Nothing about this is natural," I snap, but I can feel the crowd's fear. More are gathering, many of them former allies who now look at us with suspicion and terror. "We did what we had to," Xander argues. "The Void would have—" "Would have what?" Marcus demands. "Destroyed everything? At least that would have been a natural end. This?" He gestures to the dead zone. "This is an abomination." Power crackles around us as tensions rise. I can feel Xander's frustration, see Luna's eyes glazing over as more visions assault him. The crowd's emotions feed into the unstable reality, causing