Fiction World Novels & Stories

Angelo raises his hands before the male teacher finish what he said, so hepless, he pointed at where Angelo is and instructed for the boy to stand up to answer the question. “The classic elements of a science fiction novel include: Time travel. Teleportation. Mind control, telepathy, and telekinesis, Aliens, extraterrestrial lifeforms, and mutants. Space travel and exploration. Interplanetary warfare. Parallel universes. Fictional worlds. That’s all” Angelo said his answer and didn't wait for the male teacher to give him permission to sit as he already sat down back again to his seat, the smell of gun powder a while ago that disappeared once again resurfaced on the air as Demetria looked at

This story will contain mature stuff like cursing , murder, cruelty, detailed scenes and most importantly forced and abuse, if you are thinking this story will be any kind of fairy tell then you are completely wrong . This story has nothing to do with any other members in real life, even if it matched any is a complete concidence. in fact they might didn't know this kind of story can exist in a world. So please read your own risk I have already warned you, it's pure fiction. Thank you for giving your precious moments here, I'll try to entertain you with my writing, give me your well whishes and support. ../.\.../.\.../.\.../.\.. Author's NOte:

The inquiry persisted in the room like a stagnant air.'". Are you interested in constructing a new world? The twin thrones were illuminated by the bright words that Amina gazed at. Neither she nor Adrian spoke for brief periods of time. Because the offer exceeded the power. Larger than survival. It was authorship. They were both aware of the perilous nature of authorship. Adrian looked at her first. “What happens if we refuse?”. The Veil answered immediately. Existing emergent worlds continue independently. Veil architecture dissolves.

You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully. In the year 3012, in the reality of Earth 61235, more commonly called as the Majikku Reality, or simply the Magical World, it was rumored that the Dark-Cored wizards have started attacking again. There has been a century of peace in the realm people have become lenient and relaxed. However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying.

It looked like giants had been at play, it was just simply hard to define the damage seen in any other manner of context. The place, town, city whatever you wanted to call it was completely broke up. There were armored vehicles of a sort that I had never seen with their gun turrets completely twisted off and hurled into the sides of buildings. Planes of alien looking design lay tossed about like broken up Lego blocks and any number of other riffraff of items that could only be described as futuristic were strewn across the ground or sticking out of buildings. The ship made way for an open docking spot along the wharf. It had been a while since the carnage that could be viewed everywhere had

Morgan answered simply, “They know about this but they can’t do anything. Some things I've been altered by Ms.Rowling while writing the books one of them being the characteristics of time turners. Time turner can be used to travel back and forth in time but we can only see what’s happening, we necessarily can’t alter what is already decided. In other words, we can’t change fate, nor destiny. So, even if someone decides to tell the one and only Harry Potter that he’s gonna be killed by uh he-who-must-not-be-named, nothing will change, he will be killed by this evil wizard” So, the fate and destiny thing exists. Which is not good. Like who wants their life to be already planned out? “Just like

Nonetheless, the classic vibes were all I needed to jump into the story. It didn't really had any author or publication house mentioned . Weird but whatever. It's the story I need. Eons and eons ago, when the world was just formed. The humans were new to the concept of living. Harmony, humanity and belongingness was something coated within the subjects of almighty. They walked the earth and evolved with time. Learned and accepted new things, watched the different wonders the nature manifested. The supernatural world was soon discovered by the subjects. The harmony in them welcomed the creatures with special ability. Magic and wonders become a part of their lives.

Prologue: Time vanquishes an existence, and it could also stir up a beginning, thus, there brings up the matter of the Old World and New World. A very long time ago, planet Earth used to be called the Old World. It was to signal that there will be a time in future when things will be different and far advanced. In the Old World, there consists of Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards, and Humans, who all lived in peace.

I asked. Elara's form seemed to shudder. "If the Archivists are the librarians, taxidermying dead stories, the Weavers are the authors. They do not preserve narratives; they write them. They impose plot, structure, and ending on living worlds. They are the reason some species have inexplicable golden ages, or suffer tragic, repeating falls. They are the architects of fate. And they despise free will more than the Archivists despise chaos." The scope of the war expanded dizzyingly in my mind. We weren't just fighting jailers. We were fighting the universe's would-be authors.

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce