Romans & histoires I Am The Universe

I yelled to the realm that was now dying. With the snap of my fingers the realm ceased to existed. Blackess surrounded us completely. "Its too late to save the universe from your mistakes. Now its time I take out the Gods who hold this universe together." I declared emotionless. Its like a part of me was broken. The thrill was gone and there was nothing I could do to get it back. I was broken into a million pieces and nomatter what anyone did I would never come back together again. "Maza." Klaus's voice was blocked out by the vortex that lead me to the end of time. Nobody could save the universe now.

Why had she— Her vision blurred. She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t have the answer. “You see?” He stepped closer. “You lost everything because you forgot what you are.” “What am I?” she demanded, voice cracking. “Then tell me. Tell me what I am.” His hand reached for her cheek. Cold. Gentle. Possessive. “You,” he whispered, “are the hinge between worlds. The first memory the universe ever made. The one who was supposed to keep the balance.”

"I know what the Creditors truly want, Jack. I know because I created them." Jack felt the ground drop out from under his feet. "You created them?" "I told you. I dreamed this universe because I was lonely. But this is not the first universe I dreamed. Before this one, there were others. Seventeen others. Each one collapsed when its potential was exhausted. The beings who survived those collapses became the Excluded. The Creditors." "They're your children," Jack whispered. "They are my mistakes." The Utterance's voice carried a grief that made the void tremble. "I created universes filled with potential, but I never gave them what they truly needed. I gave them stars and atoms and the laws o

Ivy “Dad, thanks for agreeing with us to go camping,” I said, and my dad gave me his brightest smile. “It's no problem honey,” He said. We arrived at the place we set up for our camp, when an odd-looking man came up to my dad. He had hatred filled in his eyes. I didn't like him. “Hello Max, or should I say the alpha of the blue moon pack,” he said. “Honey, go stay at the back of that tree, and that come out till I say so,” my dad said to me, not taking his eyes off the man once, but pointed towards the tree.

Aria’s pov The message continued to blink on my screen like a hallucination. NASA. NASA. I read it again and again. My Brian refused to believe this wasn’t some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on me. I don’t remember getting this message. Why would I ignore such an important message like this? How is this even possible?! The universe had timing. Very strange timing. When I looked over the message for what felt like the hundredth time I checked the date it was sent.

He spoke every language that ever was, is, or will be, all in a single, symphonic utterance. The horror hit me then: this was not a man dying. This was God, fully aware, fully present, occupying the intersection of all time. "I am the Alpha and the Omega," his voice resonated within my mind, bypassing my ears entirely. "I do not wait for the future. I hold it in my palm."

The question echoes, a mantra of uncertainty reverberating through my consciousness. Continuously, relentlessly. A realization dawns, one as illuminating as the brightest star. The truth unfurls—a realization woven into my very core. I am no one. A nameless wanderer, an enigma spun from cosmic threads, seeking purpose among the celestial tapestry.

“So you’re telling me that it’s possible to— what— shot fire out of their hands or— or have someone fly in the air. Don’t tell me people here can bend physics and even make a wall of earth from a flick of a wrist. Is that what you’re telling me? Because it doesn’t make sense.” Her voice rambling on, her emotions getting out of hand. “I don’t know why you acting so worked up about. Some people can do that, some can’t. It all depends if you're lucky enough to have a core that’s top tier. Our world has always been directed by the principle of Essence. I don’t get why you don’t know this.” Oma was now looking suspiciously at her. Realizing how she sounded, she reeled in her emotions and shook he

"Bastard, still want to be like the last life, deceive me to the small forest, drink the poison wine that you prepared, just to get my 'Extreme Cold Crystal'?" Ryan was furious, teeth gritted, as he crushed the phone in his hand! What a joke! He had already been reborn, how could he make the same mistake again? That's right! Ryan is a reborn person. In his previous life, he was a famous genius in the Superhuman Academy Academy of the Federal Earth. At a young age, he awakened the extraordinary abilities of Wolverine, and was valued by one of the senior mentors of the academy, teaching deeper extraordinary powers!

"Shoot me," Kim muttered under her breath as she stared blankly at him addressing the students. Maybe she was hallucinating, she raised her finger to her skin and pinched herself hard in an attempt to snap out of her trance, but he was still standing right there in his glory, his plump pinky lips moving perfectly like it's being automated by a system or something. Never have she seen someone that complete before, he had the look of a fallen. angel. Kim could hear the other students gasping and gushing over his magnificence.