Fictive Alter Novels & Stories

“I’m hoping for it to happen.” She then led me outside to continue taking me around his room. Lillian told me about the Alpha’s nightmares and how she manages them so as to keep him from withdrawing into himself and letting his alter ego take over. She said I had to be really careful not to let his alter ego take over because once he does, he leaves the pack for days and weeks sometimes, returning only when hurt and leaving the Alpha unconscious for another week or more. “Have you ever met his alter ego?” I asked as she now opened the door to the walk-in closet present in the Alpha’s room. It was huge, almost the size of my room back at the Bluecoven’s pack.

I walked away from the table, from the fake breakfast, from the woman who didn't belong- and from the man who stopped being my father a long time ago. I didn't look back. The sting on my cheek was a dull burn by the time I slammed the door behind me. I had enough. Enough of the lies, the stranger's, the twisted 'family' Jackson played at. I needed somewhere to disappear. Somewhere that wasn't his world. School wasn't much better, but it was familiar.

"There were reality distortions around specific security nodes—subtle alterations to the very structure of existence that allowed the attacker to move undetected. Our truth-seers couldn't perceive them because they weren't lies or deceptions—they were localized reconfigurations of what is true." I processed this information, my mechanical mind breaking down the implications. "Like changing the code that reality runs on, rather than just manipulating data within the existing system." "Exactly," Grace confirmed, a flicker of pride momentarily replacing her concern. I had always had a gift for translating metaphysical concepts into practical frameworks. "This goes beyond what we've encountered

A Rose, Georgina, Amelia, Lorraine & Victor) Malé, Maldives Dearest Harry, It was hard for us to open to anyone because we have this constant fear of rejection and getting laughed at because we were different. We never really had fun in our entire lives before we met you. It was all darkness, anger and constant fear. Rose was the one who decided to lie about the other alters, I’m sorry. I’m Georgina, we are two different people. The entire time we were with you, we were all careful not to let Lorraine or Victor go out. I have never been vocal about my feelings to anyone other than you and Rose said it’s a good change. We didn’t have any purpose in life because we were only alters, until you

"Yes. Finn, help me find a way please." "This is simple." Finn pulled his chair and sat on it before he continued, "When you see the psychiatrist, he’ll try to stimulate you and make your alternate personality appear to confirm the diagnosis. You just have to act it out." "Act it out?" Lyra frowned. Finn nodded. "Yes. Your alternate personality is someone who hated Sydney Raines. You just need to act that out."

“Jonathan’s not flagged in the ATRY (Alpha Temperament Registry). No therapy record. Nothing. And he’s been around kids? Around Sebastian? Around you.” Tomas Moreno walked past pushing a cart overloaded with motion sensors and steel cable. “He shouldn’t have made it past the court gate,” he muttered. Felix, behind him, said nothing. He just dropped a bolt cutter into the cart with a sharp clang. The hospital filed paperwork fast and clean. Alpha Imprint Psychosis. Medical code 9.3.A-IP. A rare, scent-triggered condition of neurological override—legal shorthand for what happens when a bonded Alpha sees red.

I whisper, my hand reaching out blindly. Alex catches my wrist. His grip is warm, grounding. "That's the point," he murmurs. "I'm adding phantom partners to the simulation. You’re going to feel touches that aren't physically there. Your brain won't be able to tell the difference." My heart kicks up a notch. "Phantom partners?" "Echo knows your history," Alex says, guiding my hands behind my back. "He knows every fantasy you've ever had about being overwhelmed. About being... outnumbered."

And although I have survived, I no longer live. Now… Now not the slightest part of me lives. I am pure darkness. I have always been it. I'll always be. And here I will stay. Alone. Broken. And gloomy. As is the Fake Life that I have created. FINAL Epilogue Verona, a city in northern Italy. RYDER

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

I take a deep breath and walk in front of him, making him lock eyes with me. “Not today”, I whisper, and his eyes move from mine to Paul. I can see his brows furrow. And I can almost tell what he is thinking. I pull Alec to our table, and his parents join us to celebrate our fake wedding day. I could almost swear that he was real to him. I wish it were, and I hope he would think like that at least, because I feel myself falling head over heels for him. I think my heart is being shattered every time he says this is fake, that he only wants my body.