Hidden Realms 소설 & 이야기

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

It had the image of a human skull with protruded canines. "Let's go." Ren said up high. Elder Kung came down and picked the others up. With a wave, they floated and disappeared towards the Shoreline. "The gateway to the Secret Realm "Shoreline" will be a long one and time there is a lot faster. Hopefully, we get one of the lesser ones." The others started to get really excitied at the idea of going into a Secret realm for the first time. Ren did not let them know he thought it was a crack linking to different dimensions he already went to.

The book totally has 60 pages, each has 12 to 15 lines. I read the book somewhat unwillingly until one line caught my attention which caused all the hair in my body to stand up immediately. "Once again I'm warning you, Heil is not what you are thinking. His brain is more active than the normal human and he can see your past once he looks into your eyes. Trust me, he is a human, not an animal. I hope my first 30 pages would have cleared your doubt." What!! Heil is not a human!!! It's a monster. I saw that with my own eyes. The book is totally shit!!

----------------------- ------ Illusory Immortal Palace/? Within the secret hall that was hidden from everyone within the sect. The opulent white hall is colored with the blood of the breathless people who're lying on the floor. The cultivators who survive are fighting with the invader who was beyond their imagination. A lone black silhouette with a curvy figure walking down the white hall to the few strongest survivors within the hall.

But enough to leave something behind. Something buried deep inside the binding spell meant to conceal her power. The thought settled heavily, refusing to move. We didn’t know enough about them. That was the problem. They weren’t from this world. They didn’t follow the same rules. They came from somewhere else entirely... another realm, just like the human world Liora spoke of, the one she had come from. Unknown and unpredictable. Dangerous in ways we didn’t fully understand. I exhaled slowly, my gaze moving back to the closed door in front of me. Whatever this was,

Wesley leaned closer. "What is that?" "I don't know." The symbol began to glow. A miniature image appeared. Elarion. Then the Celestial Realm. The Mirror Realm. The Wild Realm. The Silent Realm. The First World. And finally... A realm I had never seen before. It was completely white. No stars. No moons. No oceans. Only an enormous golden door. I stared at it. "That's new." Wesley's expression became serious. "Very new." The leaf dissolved.

Everyone turned toward him. “I keep seeing it,” he whispered. “A place. Not in dreams when I’m awake. When I’m near her. It’s like… a ruin, but alive. There’s a river of silver running through it. Trees that don’t die. And a throne that hums like it remembers me.” Aria exchanged a glance with Kael. “The Hollowed called it the Inner Root,” Talia said. “A place between realms. Where ancient wolves once gathered before the split.”

The hidden realm was a breathtaking sight, a place where the laws of nature seemed to bend and twist in ways that defied logic. The air was thick with magic, and the ground beneath their feet shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Mythical creatures roamed freely, their eyes filled with ancient wisdom and a sense of purpose that was both awe-inspiring and slightly unnerving. Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood in the center of this enchanted realm, their hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

One of them. The shadows writhed, the silence grew taut and in that unsustainable stillness, i knew the war raging outside was nothing to the war that had just begun within this room and far away through the cracks of the windows, the faint cry of a howl developed, unprecedented, freezing and tinged with black magic. It was coming closer.