Fictional Worlds From Movies Novels & Stories

The majestic brocade-robed middle-aged fishing on the pond stood up in shock and exclaimed, "What!?" The concept that the world was never as it seemed began since ancient times. The vanished islands… Lost continents… Mystical realms... Other dimensions… In his memories, Paul had once heard from a sane and scholarly immoral host that the world was suspected to be made of several layers. The first one was the surface world where normal humans reside. It was where everyone was truly born… And where immoral hosts could only come from. According to records, there had never been immoral hosts that were not originally born in the surface world.

CHAPTER80-I KNOW NOW Xena braced herself for whatever story she was going to hear. She rolled her eyes and there didn't seem to be any hint of happiness on her face. "Long ago, there were three realms. The first realm, the second realm and of course the third realm. The people there lived in peace and unity, they even married each other until tragedy struck. A regular human killed someone with an ability and it angered the goddess so much. She trusted that they could all work together but she felt stabbed in the back. So because of that, the king of the first and second realm went to different sources for a solution.

John's POV During my childhood, I loved watching action movies and seeing the characters run, fight, and make the most unbelievable escapes. I loved the way the twists and turns occurred, I saw the villains' schemes and the victory of the good guys, and although I didn't understand much, I found it all very interesting. Now, as an adult, I realize that nothing is as wonderful as it seems. Since the moment I took over the Zummarck case, I have been receiving strange calls from a private number, and they happen at various times of the day.

The buildings, the clothing, literally everything without forgetting about the four-wheeled vehicle. Zayn had seen the 1979 Chevrolet C10 truck on his first day and that was what alarmed him the most. This was a myth, something he read in the books when he was a child. His mother would make sure he finished a book per day to prepare him for the throne which he would one day ascend. How can he forget the books about 'The other World'? 'The Other World' was a place that the wolves have read and heard stories about. A world where humans existed only with an advanced lifestyle that filled the pages of the books about this mythical world.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

They are afraid the helicopter belongs to the bad groups like they read in the novels these few weeks . The couple had bought many novels and fiksyen books about the backward world and the future world , the apocalypse novel and the cultivation novel . Although most of them are only the writer's imagination still they might get few information about the world they might went to and here they are , at the future world . The apocalypse world. Adrian added two more warrior puppets at the entrance to the office and enters the living room to stay with his wife . The black thick curtains will be able to cover everything inside the floor , outsider won't be able to see anything inside anyway .

"What is this?" "Unity," Thelma said, and her voice carried echoes of mine and Theo's. "Something you'll never understand." The Queen created illusions of us dying. Xavier torn apart by monsters. Theo drowned in darkness. But through our bonds, Thelma knew we were alive and fighting. The illusions shattered against that certainty. Thelma struck back, creating visions of different worlds. Wolves and vampires hunting together. Humans and supernaturals building cities side by side. Even Fae and mortals share knowledge peacefully.

Not then. Nytherra opened like a book, and the world wrote in it. At first, they lived as if apocalypse had taught them nothing. The wolves built no walls and trusted the wind. The fae built nothing but walls and trusted no one. The witches found a cliff beside a waterfall and carved a city into the stone with spells and stubbornness. It gleamed at sunset like a blade and a promise. The Valkyries threw up halls that were more like songs than architecture—vast spaces built to echo victory. The giants chose the far north, where ice was thick enough to stand memory on, and stamped citadels into the permafrost until their doorways were as tall as storm clouds. Kitsune claimed the east, where bam