Fifth Dimension Interstellar Novels & Stories

"I am Whisper-Through-Stars. I come from the Felinus dimension. I request permission to observe your community." Reaper stared. He was behind the bar. Cleaning glasses. Living normal Wednesday. Now talking to interdimensional cat. "Uh," he said. "Sure? I mean—yeah. Welcome. I guess. Do you—do you need anything? Water? Food? A—a litter box?" The being made sound like laughter. "I require no physical sustenance. Only observation. Only learning. I wish to understand how humans and dimensional beings coexist peacefully. This is—is unprecedented in known universe. We must learn from your example."

for the alien data, their young minds struggling to process the concepts of five-dimensional geometry and non-linear time. "Shut it down!" Lucas roared, slamming his amber-fused fist into an emergency override. "We’re not ready for this! We’re like a steam-boiler trying to contain the power of a star! If we don't throttle the intake, the children’s brains are going to fuse!"

"You’re still the same arrogant, delusional fool. You really don’t know, do you? That child you’ve been dreaming of, the one you thought was waiting for you, died five years ago." I paused, letting the weight of the words settle. "Funny thing is, he could’ve lived. You remember those dozen missed calls right before I disappeared?" Aiden’s face drained of color. His lips trembled. He stared at me as if he were staring at a ghost. I remained calm. Time had dulled the pain and made my voice still. "I was in a car accident. A bad one. They rushed me into surgery, and I needed a next-of-kin to sign off. I kept calling you over and over. But you never picked up.

The Void tore. It didn't break like glass; it ripped like a curtain. Behind the white wall was a terrifying, infinite expanse of **The High Dimension**. It was a realm of cold, golden geometry and floating skyscrapers made of pure data. "Follow me," Elara commanded, stepping into the tear. "And do not look down. In this place, you are only as real as your will to exist."

was the final chapter of the Great War, but it was the first chapter of the Interstellar Republic. ​Elena Vane, the girl from the Gutter who had fallen in love with a wolf and a billionaire, stood on the balcony of the Spire-Root. She looked at the green-and-gold world of Proxima b, then at the shimmering veil of the Aether-Shield, and finally at the infinite stars beyond. ​She wasn't a Rogue anymore. She wasn't a Shadow-Stalker. She was the Grand Architect. ​Beside her, Kael placed a hand on the obsidian railing. "Where to next, Elena? The 'Archives' say there’s a water-world in the Sirius system that’s dying of 'Phase-Rust.'"

He just breathed in the scent of her, grounding himself in the reality that the nightmare was truly over. But as they stood there in the warm sunlight of their new Eden, the Prometheus console behind them chimed. It wasn't the standard operational ping. It was a harsh, discordant frequency that made Scarlett’s cosmic blood run cold. "Alert. First Weaver," the AI broadcasted directly into their private neural link. "The dimensional distortion detected beyond the known borders has stabilized. It is not a natural phenomenon. It is a mass-transit corridor." Caleb slowly pulled back, his golden eyes narrowing as his Alpha instincts instantly shifted from peace back to war. "A portal?"

“This… this is their true home. Not Aethelgard. Not Earth. The quantum void itself.” Izzy turned toward him, her throat tight. “You mean…” “They’re not just an organization. They’re interdimensional. They don’t just influence reality…they live in the cracks between it. Evelina called them the Source. She wasn’t lying.” The word hung between them like a curse. Source. Izzy pressed her palms into the console, staring at the blurred image of Lucian fighting his way through impossible terrain. “Then he’s walking straight into their nest.”

"Are you a sow, Penelope? How in the world are you able to still get pregnant after five miscarriages? I study medicine, so you can't trick me—I know signs of pregnancy when I see them. "I'm going to become Sam's real wife soon, and you're nothing more than just a useless substitute for me. You're the outsider in this relationship, and he's just using you to satisfy his physical needs, got it? That child inside your womb will never be anything more than a bastard. "Right, do you want to know what happened to your past five stillborns?" Then, she took out her phone and shook it in front of my eyes, as if she was showing off, and my entire body shuddered in anguish.

"We're ready, Ava." Ava pressed a sequence on her phone. The air around us crackled, not with electricity, but with something far more fundamental. The very fabric of reality seemed to stretch, to groan under an invisible pressure. The opulent penthouse, the familiar trappings of my home, wavered, distorting like a reflection in rippling water. "Brace yourselves," Ava warned, her voice tight with effort. "Dimensional jumps are rarely smooth. And this one is through uncharted celestial territory."

In the fifth dimension, one can look at different spaces and times, and naturally, one can look at and, in some cases, travel to the past and the future. One can even change the past or the future! That's why Walter Roberts was so excited. If he could enter the fifth dimension, he could go back in time and change his fate! Even if he couldn't, as long as he had the chance to venture into this mysterious dimension, his life would have been worthwhile. Of course, his greatest wish was to correct his mistake. Needless to say, Lilith wouldn't allow that to happen. "I told you, I didn't find the fifth dimension," she repeated. "Walter Roberts, if you tell me who wants to destroy the world, I can