Distorted Realities Novels & Stories

Reality was no longer consistent with itself across different internal perspectives of the system. Ethan’s voice came softly within their shared awareness. “…It’s seeing different versions of everything at once.” Emma responded inwardly. “Yes.” A pause. “And none of them agree.” Silence. The structure beyond reality remained open, but the eye no longer attempted even fragmented perception. It flickered between competing realities, each one asserting itself briefly before dissolving into another. The Interferer spoke gently. “Multi-state reality representation instability exceeding convergence threshold.” Silence. Emma felt it clearly now.

Aurelion looked at me again. “Some are afraid.” “Of you?” I asked gently. He shook his head. “Of change.” The First Disturbance The ground trembled suddenly. Not violently a subtle ripple beneath our feet. The sky above shimmered like heat waves. Every wolf froze. The hunter turned instantly toward the horizon. “Localized reality distortion detected.” A tear opened briefly in the air several meters away a thin crack revealing swirling darkness beyond. Gasps echoed through the courtyard. Aurelion stepped forward instinctively.

"Not just physical manifestation but cultural and emotional artifacts crossing between realms." "Including the missing monitoring team?" Marcus asks hopefully. "Possibly," I reply, though privately I worry that any humans caught in such intensive reality distortion might no longer qualify as entirely human themselves. The snowmobiles fail simultaneously at precisely thirty kilometers from the epicenter—not mechanical breakdown but reality displacement so severe that internal combustion engines can no longer function reliably. We cache the vehicles and continue on skis, pulling equipment sleds across terrain that becomes increasingly surreal with each kilometer. "Time dilation beginning," Emi

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

“But it wasn’t what I thought it was. I was just imagining it, and I almost killed my brother because of my inability to determine what’s real and not. What’s wrong with me?” Nothing. “You know what my mom said right before she…” I couldn’t finish that thought. I abandoned that idea. “She said I wasn’t a Foreseer. And that we weren’t actually imprinted, and it was all a trick.” That time, Nathan growled, but I ignored it. “And I don’t know if she’s right or not. My reality seems to be all mixed up right now, and there is no way for me to know what's real and what isn’t. What am I supposed to do?”

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

In the nightmarish vision that held me captive, the boundaries of reality and unreality blurred further, leaving me ensnared in a grotesque and surreal landscape. The relentless figures, their forms twisted and nightmarish, closed in around me like vengeful spirits hungry for my torment.

Another distortion rushed toward Aria. Fast. Unpredictable. She braced herself— But instead of hitting her— It circled. Testing. Watching. Aria’s eyes narrowed. “They’re studying a different angle now…” The distortion lunged— And this time, it hit. Not her body. Her mind. Aria gasped as something slammed into her thoughts, sharp and invasive. Images flickered— Not memories. Not exactly. Possibilities. Dark. Twisted. Herself—losing control. The pack—falling.

We were teaching the system something it had never known. That power didn’t have to be consumed. The entity stabilized. Then recalculated. And then, it changed tactics. The space around us warped. Not inward. Not outward. But across. Reality split in layers. Multiple versions of the same moment appeared around us. Each one slightly different. Each one a potential outcome. Traps. Kai’s eyes narrowed. “They’re trying to overwhelm us with possibilities.” I swallowed slowly. “They want us to choose wrong.” Kai’s grip on my hand tightened slightly.

Its blank face, full of whirling symbols, turned, focusing on each of us in turn. Jax. Selene. Corvin. Me. “SOUL RECYCLE SYSTEM IS NECESSARY,” it said, like someone arguing a thesis. “WITHOUT IT, REGRET BACKLOG OVERFLOWS. UNPROCESSED EMOTIONAL DATA CAUSES… DISTORTIONS. UNSTABLE REALITIES. YOU HAVE SEEN THIS.” Images flashed in the air around us. People clutching at their chests, expressions twisted with things unsaid. Worlds warping under the weight of unacknowledged pain.