Every World Seems Not Quite Right Novels & Stories

Caroline smiled and turned over a card. “Oh, I work with all sorts of instruments,” she said. She looked at the card she had just turned over. It had an outline of a globe on it but there were symbols around it. “Did you know that there are many worlds?” Caroline asked without looking up at me. “Each world is similar, but has slightly different circumstances. Some created by choices of the people of that world, and some by the gods themselves.” I wasn’t sure if she was still talking to me at this point, and I was beginning to wonder if I should find someone. Caroline had been known to talk about things that others didn’t see, and had the reputation for being crazy. I didn’t like that people

my mother stated while my uncle is carrying the mortals on his opposite shoulders like a sack of rice. "Good idea mother, this human world is indeed sickening," I stated without emotions. For the many instance that I traveled back and forth to this world for a long time, I saw how people tried to kill, fool and tricked each other. How many wars, famine, cruelty and poverty had filled my eyes? This is a chaotic world if you ask me. Our world isn't perfect but we know how to obey the law that our Goddess has set upon us. Our world is far from the mortal world that seems to be lawless or doesn't care at all about the presence of it.

Maybe we were never meant to last forever. I just looked at Gianna coldly and said, "Gianna, whatever we had is in the same state as these photos now. It can never be restored to how it was." Then, I shook her off and left the cafe. Ingrid was waiting for me at the door. We exchanged looks and smiled at each other. The cold fall wind began to blow, and the smell of pumpkin spice filled the air with a sweet, spicy scent. It was a beautiful day, and I believed that my future was going to be just as beautiful.

"Hold on tight. I'm taking off." "Wait, we'll die from the—" Before I could finish, everything spun around me. My stomach lurched, and I felt sick. It had to be heatstroke. My vision blurred, and I thought for sure I was about to die. I closed my eyes, bracing for the end. "What are you doing? Open your eyes!" Blazewing's voice rang in my ears. Slowly, I opened them. The whole world had changed. "Wh-where are we?"

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their carefully balanced world was being pulled in too many directions. ***

T-this is all my fault. Everywhere I look, disaster strikes. It seems like the world is spinning out of control and there's no end in sight. No matter how much I want to make a difference, the on-going trauma keeps coming at me from every direction. The sense of helplessness is overwhelming and it can be hard to stay positive when things seem so bleak.

Selena asked. She kept blabbering. But was she wrong? I asked myself. She wasn’t. To put it in a good way, she was correct. The world wouldn’t do without those furious emotions. A world where only love, peace, and soothing exist would be boring. There won’t be punishments for any wrongdoings. And that was the real disaster.

[Moon Goddess, why are things from that world appearing here? I spotted my identity documents from the other realm spread across the coffee table. Birth certificate, pack registration, mating ceremony records... They had materialized one by one, reality bleeding between worlds. [My strength has not yet fully recovered, so I can only move the remaining objects from that world for now.] I felt a bit helpless and had to throw all the items that appeared into the trash can. Meanwhile, back in the pack lands, Ash had his hands wrapped around Scarlett's throat. "What did you do? Where have you hidden her?"

This world is so cruel. ***