Final Fantasy Dimensions Novels & Stories

She makes sure everyone comes on time and everything is arranged before the store opens. She is dark in complexion, she isn’t tall maybe at about five feet one inches if not less. She is fat, her eyes are brown, she has a round-shaped nose and her lips are thick and brown. "I’m so sorry, I can ex…." "Less talking more working" She instantly interrupted "Yes ma’am" I said before I entered the backdoor. "Hi Afraah" Amal smiled as she walked closer to me Amal is my best friend or should I say she’s only friend. She is fair in complexion, she is the same height as me, she has a pointed nose, small heart-shaped lips and she’s a bit chubby.

His eyes gleamed with predatory amusement. “But be warned,” the Guardian intoned, “this dimension feeds on your fears. The more you resist, the more intense the penalty becomes. Fail, and you will be forever bonded pain and pleasure intertwined until the end of eternity.” Alara’s cheeks flushed despite herself. She knew the stories. This dimension was designed to break minds to turn pain into pleasure, agony into ecstasy. The boundary was razor-thin. “Let’s focus,” she said, voice trembling but resolute. “We can’t let this defeat us.”

If there is anything I hate so much, it is darkness. "Shall we begin, Rey Reed Smith?" The dark voice said it again. "Show your face, idiot." I snapped back. "Stop hiding like a coward and fight me like a man." "I admire your courage," another voice replied, and I could guess that it belonged to General Zod. "This is the ninth dimension of the earth, a place of no retreat, no surrender." I heard the familiar voice again. "The great reapers in their palace," Esther's voice chirps in.

One of them said. “All I know is that it leads to a dimension that is best left alone. I don’t know the name of it. And there are millions of dimensions. I can’t possibly know which one she’s in.” Scarlett said. “The library. It has books on different dimensions. Doesn’t it?” I asked Peyton. “Yeah. The ones that are known. But Connor, it never talks about anyone entering those dimensions.” Peyton said. “So? What are you trying to say?” I asked.

I pondered. "Tch, that's not possible." "Instead of wasting time on such thoughts, let's focus on reading the report my spies have sent." My information network had delivered an intriguing piece of news. It revealed the existence of alternate dimensions where demons resided. The more I delved into the report, the more astonished I became. These dimensions were discovered through the combined efforts of Duke Ifrit and Duchess Isla, who reported that demons dropped a crystallized essence known as demonic essence upon their demise.

Spoke up one of the other men at the table in a curt fashion that said he didn’t care about anything, especially all that much, least of all what I thought. My mouth moved wordlessly for a moment and then gathering my shaking demeanor, together I asked, “What is it that you want from me, because I’ve done nothing wrong and I have every right to return home.” “No, Fantasy I don’t think you understand the matter at all.” Said the first speaker. “You see, you don’t have any rights at all if we say that you don’t. In fact, you don’t even exist and for that matter, your parents, as well, if we decide to say so.”

Then I drew the final knife in. "Because darling," I whispered. "Why would I chase the pup when I could get the beast itself? Why would I settle for the next of kin when I could in fact, become one myself?"

Michael's back straitened. "...your mind will be destroyed. Miss Calvin will be placed in eternal servitude in one of the dungeon dreamscapes. Your mother and the girl Lucy will be killed since they have been affected by your power." Michael clenched his fist and lashed out with his will. The man stopped speaking as his throne was tossed backwards by a massive blow.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

That’s when the five most powerful Mages of the world, the Fiostros, untied to form dimensions for the individual creatures and divided our world forever, thus saving us all in the process. A total of twelve dimensions were supposed to be built, but such a task required a vast amount of power. So, after eleven dimensions were formed, the Mages ran out of power and died one by one while the final dimension was still in the making. That dimension was never finished and it came to be known as Shadowland. No one knew exactly what that dimension held until one of my brother’s mate, Sanaya, was sent there by an evil Mage. But now, Shadowland was an even bigger mystery than before. “Shadowland has