Existence Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I added the photograph to the end of the file. Labeled it: Unconfirmed chapter. Possibly imagined. Possibly true. But worth writing either way.

The flames were a strange, ghostly blue. The world around us began to collapse. The ceiling caved in, revealing the endless, pitch-black void beyond. Through the blaze, I heard the giant mechanical eyeball let out a piercing scream before it finally exploded. The violent blast swallowed me whole. This time, however, I didn't feel the agony of dying. What I felt was a kind of detachment. It was like my soul was being yanked out of this body and dropped into a deeper layer of reality.

How could Eve die? A/n: yay! The last chapter, thanks a lot for reading till the end 🤗 Love y'all my readers 😘

And those same, sharp brown eyes locked onto mine like she’s daring me to say something dumb. She looks just like before. And yet, standing here now, everything feels different. “Not a word,” she warns. I bite back a grin. “I didn’t say anything.” “But you’re thinking things.” “Yes,” I admit. “Many, many things.” She exhales, like she’s already regretting this entire encounter, and steps back to let me in. The second I walk through the door, I take in the scene. A pan on the stove. A very, very lifeless piece of chicken. A faint haze of smoke still lingering in the air.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

Currently, these two were on shift, responsible for the life and death cycles of all Nine Heavens. "Let me see what they're called." Goyard gestured, and an ancient black and white book appeared from the void. The cover read 'Book of Life and Death'. He extended his long fingernails and gently turned the pages. Though he did not actually touch them, the pages stopped automatically, displaying Chase's and the others' portraits and related information. Name: Chase Collins Ancestry: The First Heaven Race: Human Current Reincarnation Birthplace: Ninth Heaven, Earth

He voice paused and looked down at Cain like staring at an ant "I'm Existence." Cain nodded in confirmation, it was obvious he knows who Existence was. He knew according to his limited knowledge, he learnt the Existence to be father of Embodiments, the multiverses in the Megaverse and finally, the first Embodiment to exist. Existence owns basically everything defined as totality itself. With that realized, Cain lowered his curiosity to avoid messing wrongly with the entity. "Pardon my foolishness." Cain pleaded tilting his head downward a little in respect.

But they moved. Emily's stomach turned. “They're alive.” The former Hunger nodded. “That is where I found the beginning.” Kael turned toward her. “You said you found the beginning.” “I did.” “Then tell me what we're looking at.” She hesitated. “I don't know what its name is.” “Then what do you know?” Her golden eyes shifted toward the baby. “I know that world existed before the First Soul.” Emily's blood ran cold. “Before me?” “Before you.”

The Creator shook her head. Choices require someone to make them. Not always. Hope turned toward the Creator. Sometimes a choice exists before the person who makes it. The garden became silent. Arielle's memories continued unfolding. She saw herself standing in absolute nothingness. There was no body. No voice. No identity. Only awareness. And then came the first question. Should anything exist? Arielle remembered answering. Yes. That single answer became the first possibility. The Beginning was born. The End followed. Then the Creator.