Endless Path Infinite Cosmos Novels & Stories

The dark colored space appeared to have a small defective patch that was represented by white and it appeared to be increasing in size. Cosmic inter dimensional energy detected in the Exosphere. "Cosmic?" came Jenna. "It's some kind of singularity that's formed in the upper atmosphere," Carter said. "Singularity as in like a wormhole?" Henry cut in with his physics aptitude. "Yeah." "What does that mean?" asked Carmen. "She's here," were the grim words of the speed god, Hermes as everyone turned to look at him. "Holy shit," gasped Marcus, "it's actually happening. It's the end of the world."

Perhaps it was time she figured out just how much of a mystery she was and get the answer she'd wanted for so long. * * * * * There it was again, this sound just on the edge of hearing. It came in quiet then it became clear and her voice was heard. Ivy darted through the Void as fast as her ability allowed her. She knew what she heard, what was left of the Chosen had gathered in a secret meeting site within the five Realms and from there is where Ivy had run from. The Capsule device around her neck gave her access to the Space-time Continuum or as Celestials call it the Void. A bright yet darkly tainted mist filled with vibrant visions and interaction with the future one's self. But there we

On the very next line beneath Portia's elegant script, she wrote in her own gentle, flowing handwriting: No matter how big the storm, we never let go. Portia looked down at the words, her eyes glistening. Under the canopy of the glass greenhouse, surrounded by the warmth of thousands of fairy lights, the future no longer felt like a terrifying battlefield—it felt like a beautiful promise they were already living.

My heart sank. The End pointed toward the sky. Millions of dark figures appeared. One in every universe. All of them looked like us. All of them had the same family. But in every world... one member was evil. The End whispered: You didn't create peace. You created infinite wars. The sky filled with screams. My daughters raised their weapons. My sons stood beside them. Cassian looked at me. What do we do? I stared at the endless armies. Then I smiled.

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Four days have passed since the battle , I can feel around me people entering the room, Lanox has not left , I can feel him his scent, his caresses, he talks to me during the day, giving me encouragement and asking me to come back to him. But I'm not ready yet, this place is so peaceful, I'm walking on the shore of a beach, I don't know where I am, but it's quiet here, I would never want to leave. Where I will be, it will be my subconscious, I know I'm not dead then it's not paradise, but my heart is at peace, my body is breathing, maybe I can stay here forever.

He loves him too dearly that he could even give his life to him if need be. After almost a day outside, Imman brought his son back home, sleepy and exhausted. After he carried his son to his bed, and after saying goodbye to Cassandra, he went home as tired as his son but the memories they shared together could never be erased even as time goes by. For him, Elijah will always be his young boy, his forever darling, even if he grows up to be a man like him in the coming years.

“You're kidding. ’ Startled, he looked away from the sky, an orange-red dark on the horizon line, which merged with the deepest purples and blues above. “No, it's bizarre. It's like there's something in the air. ’ Then she laughed. — Quite an air rarefied, to go from Vancouver to Montreal and Sydney. And maybe even the California coastal highway. This thin air theory wasn't all that bad. He ran his finger over one of the butterflies on her shoulder. — A butterfly flutters its wings in Brazil... — Did she understand what he wanted? to say? She lifted her head to look at him. - Chaos theory? Yes, she understood the reference. — The idea is not even exaggerated, like a butterfly that flaps its

The radiant energies resonated with the couple's presence, creating a harmonious dance that echoed through the vast cosmic canvas. Approaching the cosmic horizon, a celestial convergence unfolded once more. Symbols, constellations, pulsating fractals, and celestial beings merged into a cosmic communion that transcended the boundaries of time and space. The cosmic echoes projected ripples into the cosmic currents, creating a ripple effect that traversed distant galaxies and astral realms.

This alarmed Eva greatly. People always loved the idea of immortality. As though becoming one allowed them to learn everything and become ultimately powerful. Or of simply looking young forever. It was possible, yes. But most didn't understand the complexity of 'infinity'. Those who were infinite would see countless finite things rise and fall. Towns, cities, planets, civilizations, galaxies, friends, family, children, grandchildren, entire legacies. Eventually, they would all end. Beyond them, the only thing that existed was the void itself.