Novel & Cerita Escaping The World

Sarah's POV When I submitted my application to leave the pack to the administration center, the elder in charge of the registration thought that he had misread it. "Sarah Holloway! You're leaving the Snowlight Pack?" "Yes. I felt my mate calling out to me through the mind-link a few days ago," I said, repeating the excuse I'd prepared beforehand. "He told me that he's in the Neutral Zone, and I'm planning to take Nora there to reunite with him."

Amelia’s POV I never thought I’d run away from my own Pack, but here I was—alone on a train, heading somewhere I hoped they’d never find me. The train jolted forward, and the world outside started to blur. Trees, roads, and buildings flashed past the windows, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to get as far away from that place as possible—and never go back. I sat alone in a corner compartment, curled into the faded red velvet of the seat, trying not to think about everything that had happened.

“You forgot that I am a Calista. I am knowledgeable about our own power, and there’s a single way left in order for me to escape.” His confused expression shown me that he himself has no idea how, and so I grabbed the chance to run towards my bed. I took out the dagger I always keep under my pillow and didn’t have the tiniest of second thoughts on stabbing my chest as the sharpness aimed for my heart. “Najia Garden,” I managed to whisper while catching my breath. Nikolai’s widened eyes and face of horror is the last image I remember before the searing pain consumed my insides, taking me to the place I just mentioned.

I just watched him quietly and said nothing. He sighed and shook his head in resignation. “I intend to have someone better take over the shares. Jelena and I… intend to move our family to a safer territory and spend the rest of our lives there.” Jelena shot me a smug look and smiled like she had won, but I ignored her. As for Katie, she was seething because Scott had been avoiding her for the past few days. “You’re not on the list of werewolves who are scheduled to move!”

she begged. “Ok…” I caressed her cheeks as I looked into her eyes and mustered a faint smile. “Let’s go home.” “You can’t!” Joshua blocked the door. “Joshua…” I snarled when— “No! Listen to me. I know this world better than you. And all I want to do right now is protect Carys. So, listen to me. I am not asking you to trust me. Just listen. The moment you step out of this world, they’ll know. There’s a reason the entry and exit in this world is so strictly regulated. You can’t hide from them once you are in the real world no matter what you do, so Carys can’t leave. You can go if you want, but Carys will stay here. I cannot let them get their filthy hands on her again.”

"We need to get you out of here, David. We have a plan to escape, but we need your cooperation." David nodded, his expression determined. "I'm ready. What do we need to do?" Maya turned to ADA, who was still monitoring the situation. "ADA, how can we exit the digital world without Erebus detecting us?" ADA's digital presence seemed to process the question. "We'll need to create a diversion, something to distract Erebus's security measures while we make our escape. I can create a virtual 'noise' in the system, but we'll need to move quickly."

“It’s an input field.” The room didn’t argue. Somewhere far back in my mind, the echo of the Administrator’s voice hissed through: ESCAPE PROTOCOL – FINAL WORLD. A cage painted as happily‑ever‑after. That’s what this was. No bus. There is no obvious objective. Just an invitation to sit quietly, to write only what the system deemed safe, to live out a fantasy where everything I’d ever wanted was within reach as long as I didn’t pull on any loose threads.

The bald man looked down who was previously baffled with the sight of the retreat sign, on seeing the Divine Humane free from his confinement his jawed dropped while the lady close-knit green brows separated in shock. “Impossible h-he came out? It… is a subspace I created by myself for I alone, no one can escape my world without my consent.” He looked at his cap then he saw a little tear on the side, knowing that was the reason why—nevertheless the space within the world I created, neither flow of time nor system of this world is present resulting to my imperfect infinite subspace, one could never by any means escape from it, how long did he walk around the space without giving up?

"Exactly, Mr. Silas. Everyone in this world is a 'Product' of their own greed. Why fight for a 'Purity' that doesn't exist? Accept the 'Sponsorship.' Let us turn this 'Scrap-Heap' into a 'Gold-Mine.'" "No," I said. My voice was quiet now, but it carried a weight that made the Curator's ships tremble. "If the 'Real World' is just another 'Market,'" I told them, "then I’m going to 'Crash' the Exchange." --- ### The Great Un-Stitching I reached into the "Root Directory." I didn't look for the "Stability" files. I looked for the **"Emergency Exit."** "Elara, what are you doing?" Sarah yelled, sensing the shift in the city’s energy.

The words echoed through the city. Then: "I abandoned the prison." Then: "I abandoned the world." Then: "I chose myself." Silence. Then the city trembled. The streets flickered again. For a brief moment— Thomas saw another world. Burning. Destroyed. Broken. Then it vanished. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava looked horrified. Then: "That's your world." The duplicate nodded. Then: "It was." Then: "Until the horror consumed it." Nobody spoke.