Every World Seems Not Quite Right Novels & Stories

“Some kind of magic.” “Ya think, dippy?” Onyx sniped. “Hey, I’m trying to figure this out! Not all of us have the luxury of lounging around in someone else's head all day.” Frustration built in my chest like steam under pressure. Someone had to be watching. They had to see me trying to get in. So why weren’t they responding? “What if no one’s in there?” Onyx said, voice suddenly serious. “What if this is the end of the world? You know, maybe the world really is flat and we just hit the edge.”

The thing that is broken? My blood turned cold. He wasn't just aware of the Other's entropy; he was aware of any kind of spiritual dissonance. He saw anger, greed, jealousy, and lies as just different shades of gray. They were flaws in the perfect, colorful tapestry of the world that the Anima Mundi had become. Kael did too. The tension between us, which we had been hiding behind a shared goal and desperate love, was now clear. We were both scared of what our son was turning into, but for different reasons.

"Why does everyone act like it's a miracle?" "Because it isn't a miracle," he said, and for once, he didn't sound like a King. He sounded like a student. "It's an erosion of the natural order. You’re turning the world into your personal clay." "Maybe the world needed a redesign," I retorted.

“This isn’t part of the system.” The space cracked because now this wasn’t correction. this was creation. and as the ripple grew subtle. but undeniable I realized. with a sharp, chilling certainty. we didn’t just fix the world. we created something new that doesn’t follow any of the rules we built… and we have no idea what it wants yet.

It was so quintessentially Donovan—assessing, strategic, yet somehow the most honest question anyone could have asked. "I do," she said, surprised by the certainty in her voice. "Do you?" The cabin fell silent. Snow tapped against the windows like fingers seeking entry. Outside, a wolf howled—perhaps the ghost of what they'd once been, perhaps something else entirely. "It's not ideal," Donovan said at last. "The world is still—" He stopped himself, as if realizing the futility of what he'd been about to say. They all knew what the world was. "But it's still happening," Damon added. "The world keeps going, whether we want it to or not."

“She mentioned something else. That the world is breaking. She said we have to fix it. What does that mean?” Rowena’s face darkened, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I don’t know for certain. But if your daughter is who we believe she is, then she’s not wrong. The balance of the world has been shifting, tipping further and further into chaos. Her arrival… it might be the key to restoring that balance. Or… tipping it further.” A chill ran down my spine, but I forced myself to stay calm. “Then I guess we better make sure it’s the first one,” I said firmly, my hands tightening protectively over my stomach.

concerned " everything is wrong George everything-m-my brother is going to be locked up for a long time, my marriage is on the verge of breaking down into pieces, my boss is giving me.hell,my head hurts so bad! - my baby's asthma might get worse...im just a mess " she cried harder, I went by her side to just hug her tight and let her cry. " our marriage isn't falling apart Lexa, I messed up pretty bad, now you doubting us coz of me. Baby I'm sorry for this cheating, I swear on my soul it won't happen no more, it was a once off-"