Hyperdimension White Heart Novels & Stories

The Hall Of Manifestation is a dimension rated on a very high ground, it's unattainable and not accessible by various entities because it belongs only to manifestations of embodiments and speaking of embodiments, the Zenith Embodiments to be specific since the lower/Nadir Embodiments don't rely on avatars to interact. The room was not a room to William, it looks like a reality of floor only landscaped endlessly until it vanished into oblivion, there was no ceiling or walls, the only visible concretes within the room except the ground were infinite pillars arranged at each sides of the room elegantly. The pillars were sculptures with indefinite figures, figures represented to be members of th

It wasn't made of obsidian or marble; it was made of pure: compressed resonance: a glowing: translucent heart that pulsed with the very first rhythm of the world. But standing before the crystalline gates was a line of figures that didn't move: didn't breathe: and didn't glow. They were the Ice Weavers: their skin as pale as the snow: their eyes as blue as the deep abyss. They held spears of absolute zero: and as we approached: the air in my lungs turned to ice. The final triage had begun: and as I looked at the crystalline cradle: I knew the White Wolf would have to burn brighter than she ever had before to save the heartbeat of the world.

"Okay. Thank you, sir." The old man walked away, and Wilbur opened up the letter. Upon reading it, he finally understood that the Eternal Sunshine Dimension was one that could be revived. Its inhabitants were not real people at all. Nightless Elder had tricked Wilbur, all so he could give Wilbur the best experience for him to make the best choices. The Eternal Sunshine Dimension gave everyone a different test. They were mainly split into two kinds: one for kind people whose hearts faced the light, and another for those whose hearts were plunged in darkness.

The Resolution of the New-Standard A "Blinding-White-Indigo-Flare" erupted from the "Origin-Dimension," traveling back through the "Temporal-Well," the "Multiverse-Lattice," and into the "Avery-Arbor" on Earth. The "White-Vast" didn't just "Change"; it "Solidified" into a "Cathedral of the Infinite." The "New-Standard" was "Online." Dominic pulled back, his "Somatic-Grafts" settled into a "Permanent-Universal-White-Gold." He looked at the "Void," which was now "Singing" with the "Frequency of the Spring."

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

Scarlet: “Beep…Beep...Beep” I heard the sound echoing deep into the forest. “Scarlet” I heard my wolf call. I turned around to face her and saw her massive white figure in front of me. Even on all fours, she towered over me. My wolf was red normally, but somehow now she had become a pure white color. it is probably due to me accepting my identity and recovering my memories. “You’ve changed” I said, in total awe of her beauty.

Jennifer fell backward, coughing repeatedly. When she calmed down, Jennifer dared to observe the man. He is very tall, very handsome. Jennifer was amazed, there is such a beautiful man in this world, he is like a beautiful statue in every detail. It was just that there was only coldness in his eyes. Why didn't he kill her? Jennifer didn't dare ask, Ivan's gloomy face lowered to hers. His thin lips slowly spoke. “Why did you come here? Are you one of them?” Jennifer shook her head in panic, she didn't know anything. Jennifer suddenly fainted. When she woke up the next day, Jennifer found herself lying in a very clean room, surrounded by pure white.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.