Every World Seems Not Quite Right Novels & Stories

"But you can." And suddenly, the world felt very, very unsteady.

I smiled as a signal for her to stop worrying. "What did you see this time?" She asked curiously. It was the same as usual. I saw a place that was obviously not on earth. Chaos. That place is full of chaos. Every time I see it, a war is taking place and it’s not just any war. I know it sounds crazy but I think it involves magic. Pretty impossible, huh? It makes my head ache every freaking time. "The usual," I casually said before started walking again. I don't want to talk about it that much because it makes me realize even more that I’m not a normal person.

Alfi said. They look serious to listen to his explanation. “First of all, have you ever felt any irregularities happened in the real world?” Alfi asked. “Like humans always do immoral stuff?” ßenlong asked. “Nope. Doing immoral stuff is just a main characteristic of humans. What I mean is Waku-waku.” Alfi said. “Oh, Waku-waku, eh? Rumor has it that they want to destroy the world, yet I didn’t feel any irregularities in the real world.” ßenlong said.

“The borders have been restless. The sentries say the spirits in the eastern woods are crying again. Animals fleeing the creeks. Plants rotting overnight.” My stomach twisted. “The corruption’s spreading.” “We don’t know that,” he said quickly. But I could hear the lie in his tone. “Maybe it’s just the land recovering from battle. Magic always leaves scars.” “Not like this,” I murmured. “This isn’t recovery. It’s rejection.” He turned to face me fully, eyes burning blue in the candlelight. “Then what do you think it is?” I met his gaze. “I think the world is rejecting me.”

"Wow, so your kingdom is a big jungle of nature where plants, animals, and beings live together in peace and harmony?" "Yes. You perfectly describe our world, dear!" Magnus said. "It's a bit boring world compared here because humans have a lot going on in their world, while ours is always peaceful, orderly, and serene. Sometimes the stillness of our world is suffocating and I need to visit your world to experience the best of both worlds. You won't understand me unless you can visit my world."

Even being above another - She holds my hands looking me in the eyes - I know you went through a lot of things but you have to see and understand that what you experienced was wrong and does not match the norms present in a community or society, it is inhumane. - So what is the new world? - tired sigh - It's a place where everyone builds their own world running after who they are, what they want and what they stand for. The biggest quest is the search for their faith, from then on they just fight to conquer and protect it. - says happy - Like this? - She lets go of my hand and gets up taking her plate. - Seek your faith, only then will you understand and be able to set up your little world.

That almost makes me laugh. I step again. Faster now. Not running. Not careful. Just— Unpredictable. The space reacts. Not cleanly. Not smoothly. Like it’s trying to catch up— And can’t. “That’s working,” I say, a little breathless. “Yes.” “But it feels wrong.” “Yes.” “That’s a bad sign.” “No,” he says. “That means it doesn’t fit what it expects.” I almost smile. Almost. Because for once— Wrong feels right. I change direction again.

"But this is a matter for another time... For now, we can enjoy a few minutes of normality like our walk through the streets tonight.” "Nothing is normal in this world," I grumbled. "Oh, stop. You were very excited about the magic that makes this kingdom something beautiful and similar to the human world," she pointed out, poking me with the tips of her little feet. "Why does it look so down suddenly?” "Because I didn't expect it to adapt in this way," I vented, again looking at the black chandelier of the ceiling, the candles burning non-stop, the flames that never flicker because there was no wind in there. "I know it's getting boring and repetitive, but... As much as I can't remember basi

Almost teasing, like he knew I’d ignore him. This Kael? His voice doesn’t leave room for disobedience. Still, I answer the way I always do. “Not a chance.” His lip twitches—half irritation, half something darker—but he doesn’t argue. Just moves forward, fog curling around his boots like fingers. The world here is wrong. It’s always been wrong since the collapse, but this—this is different. The ground pulses faintly underfoot, gold flickering in the cracks like veins under skin. The air hums, thick with whispers too low to catch but too sharp to ignore.

*** Just for a second. *** The world ahead wasn’t broken. *** It was undecided. *** Colors slightly off. Edges not fully committed. Distance hard to measure. *** Like reality hadn’t finished forming. *** ### She Steps Anyway “Of course it looks like this,” she said under her breath. *** And walked in. *** ### Immediate Wrongness Sound returned— *** all at once. *** Too much of it. *** Every step. Every breath. Every shift of fabric— *** loud. *** Too loud. *** ### The Overcorrection