Hyperdimension Vert Novels & Stories

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

Sex had never been like this for Timothy. Never before had reason fled so completely, to be replaced by pure mating instinct, the visceral, primordial need to join himself with another. He suspected the same was true for Chloe. She moved like a wild thing beneath him, locked into an age-old rhythm, uttering guttural, uninhibited sounds that pushed him right to the edge. She curled a leg around his thigh as if to lever herself over him. Timothy easily rolled the two of them to position her on top. Her slim thighs flexed under his fingers as she raised and lowered herself, drawing him into her slippery, welcoming heat. He slid his hands over her hips, her slender waist, up her rib cage and hig

“What’s wrong?” Nemiah’s hand was shaking as she tried to point something on the ground. Vivar scanned the direction where Nemiah was pointing. He let out a soft chortle when he saw a tiny hairy spider walking around her. “Did you just laugh?” Nemiah asked peevishly. Vivar went closer to her and stepped on the spider. The poor creature was squashed beneath his shoes. “Happy?” He muttered. But he became confused when he saw Nemiah’s reaction. The young lady’s eyes were teary while staring at him like he just killed an entire colony.

It is quite annoying, considering I’m almost an adult at this point. “Take note, You are going to the 10th of infinity of the first worlds. The world of Ether. Take note, if your variant is dead or immobile you shall appear in your prime form. Take note, this world has attained its 2000th (two thousandth) advanced civilization” Said Yashin, as we slowly faded away from Althemia.

The man watched to his horror as the speedster doubled over to the ground and his body began to vaporise, literally, before his eyes. From one dark corner of the room, a tall figure stepped out and the man could make out that it was feminine, even though its face was concealed in some kind of dark mask and not even the eyes could be seen. The stranger walked up towards the 'evaporating' speedster who was groaning uncontrollably the entire time as his body wasted away. She stopped next to him, her heeled shoes making her tower above him before kneeling and stretching out a hand towards his head.

And it's the most beautiful thing. There are powers far beyond us, plans far beyond what we could have ever thought of, visions far more vast than what we can ever see on our own with our own eyes, there are horizons long gone beyond our own horizons. This is courage- to throw away what is our own that is limited and to thrust ourselves into the hands of these higher powers- God and Destiny.To do this is to abide in the realm of the eternal, to walk in the path of the everlasting to follow in the footprints of God and demi-gods

But now the air around him looks wrong. Distorted. Like reality is having trouble deciding where he exists. Matteo whispers beside me. “That thing is holding him… but barely.” Aidan’s voice is tight. “They’re trying to anchor him to one dimension.” “Meaning?” I ask. “Meaning he normally exists in several.” That’s… not comforting. The halo above Earth flares brighter. So bright it turns night into day across half the planet. The lattice displays new data. ENTITY RESISTANCE INCREASING.

Just the endless, crushing wave of ending. The Child… falters. Their perfect, detached starlight wavers. Just for a microsecond. A flicker. Then coldness slams back down. Harder. Impenetrable. They withdraw their presence, pulling back from the wound they made, the horrific vacuum. Detachment reforged like ice over a grave. No. NO. The thought is a raw scrape in my shattered mind. You don’t get to hide. Then the Council comms scream to life. Not a secure channel. An open broadcast. Flooding every frequency, every screen within a thousand light-years. Amplified. Enhanced. The final moments of Veridia.