Flashpoint Paradox Novels & Stories

Low. Careful. “That’s what didn’t merge,” she said. Lily turned sharply. “What?!” Lucifer’s gaze didn’t shift. “When he recombined,” she continued, “He didn’t resolve contradiction.” A pause. “He contained it.” God’s expression darkened. “You’re saying that is a separated paradox state.” Lucifer nodded once. “Yes.” Lily’s voice shook. “In English.” Luke answered this time. “It’s the part of him that didn’t choose,” he said.

It was a net of absolute destruction that no ship could dodge. But they didn't hit the Prometheus. A microsecond before impact, Scarlett's Origin Code injected a microscopic paradox into the Fleet's targeting sensors. The crimson beams shifted exactly three degrees to the left, missing the mountain-fortress entirely and harmlessly vaporizing the empty vacuum of space. "They missed," Caleb rumbled, a dark, feral laugh vibrating in his chest. He cracked his knuckles, the sovereign runes on his arms flaring with blinding golden fire. "My turn."

Chapter 35: The First Colony of Friction Year Four: The Diaspora of the Dissonant The fourth year of the Paradox was defined by a single, terrifying, and exhilarating word: Expansion. The "Permitted Era" had provided the technology, and the "Fourteenth Frequency" had provided the psychological stability, but it was the restless human spirit that demanded the cradle be left behind. The Earth, once a battlefield of corporate greed, was now a garden of sapphire light, but for the descendants of the Vances and Vanderwalls, a garden was just another type of enclosure.

I snap, utterly annoyed and frustrated. "We don't know, boss. The cameras aren't showing anything." He explains, furiously furrowing his eyebrows. "Someone hacked us, it'll take a couple of days to get the footage back." Fuck. My. Life.

We are drifting apart and I don't want a repeat of what had happened earlier today. *** It was already morning and I was not able to sleep last night, all the things that had happened were continuously repeating on in my mind. His face would appear in front of me. Every time I tried to sleep I saw my face quivering in fear and terror and my consciousness would not allow it without me regretting the way it happened and the way it ended. No one ever had that affect on me to make me loose control like that. I hope I never meet him, I won't be able to look back in Samuel's eyes watching my face and the things I have done.

Then a shadow nearly took his head off, and survival instinct overrode protocol. "Kael! Target the anchor points!" Darius adjusted his stance, focusing on the distortions I had identified. Prince Kael did not question. He simply acted, his blade finding the anchor points with devastating accuracy. The rifts began to collapse. But Anti-Lyra was not finished. "Clever," she called from her position across the courtyard. "Using knowledge you should not have to turn the battle. But every time you do that, you create another paradox. And paradoxes have teeth."

melting the Founders' equations before they could finalize. Jax and Cole ran "Paradox-Patterns," forcing the Founders to divide their processing power until their white-hole skin began to dim. Elara saw the opening. The puck—the Bit—was hovering at the blue line, vibrating with the intensity of a thousand suns. She didn't strike it with her stick. She struck it with her Will. "This isn't for the valley!" Elara screamed, her gold eyes blazing with the light of a trillion "Glitches." "This is for the Right to be Wrong!"

I'm hot even though I'm barely covered, only in a towel, but for some reason, he doesn't seem phased by any of it. Carefully, methodically, he takes a bite, spits blood out onto the cold wooden floor, repeatedly, only to stop and give me a new cup of red honey but I refuse to take it. I want to get dressed, and we're still on the floor, covered in glass and bits of blood. This is clearly a trap. "I know you're thinking this is a trap," Seth says. "No," I lie. "Why would I poison you to rescue you and poison you again?"