Infinite Realm Book 6 Novels & Stories

"Explain please." After the waitress placed a pint in front of Haldir, she took Mory’s glass. Once he took a drink, he set it down then blew out through his mouth in irritation. This wasn’t the kind of activity he was hoping for tonight. "It's kind of hard to explain. This world, it's just like a dream for supernaturals. A very long vacation from their real lives. The Realm is where supernaturals go when they have had enough of this world or if they die here." Mory swallowed down what she truly wanted to ask as her eyes became glassy. Having immortality dangled in front of her like a carrot was the cruelest kind of trick. "Like Heaven?"

She longed for companionship, for someone to share in the wonder and mystery of this forgotten realm. And then, as if in answer to her silent plea, she heard a voice calling out to her from the depths of the forest. A voice filled with warmth and laughter, a voice that stirred something deep within her. Chapter 6: The Gathering Storm As Elara and Aric emerged from the Veil of Time, they found themselves standing on the edge of a vast battlefield, where the clash of steel and the roar of dragons filled the air. It was a scene of chaos and destruction, a testament to the forces of darkness that threatened to engulf the world.

It was exactly what happened in the last two hundred and thirty realms they colonised and inevitably destroyed their sun. Freya shut the book and gaped, her mind whirring. This was insane! Other realms? She had never heard of such outside of folklore. If this book was to be believed, their world was in danger. King Ardelan the power hungry son of a bitch didn’t know did he?

It overwhelmed theirs completely. "Aetherial Realm!" they gasped with pale faces. "What? That's impossible!" Malcolm was losing it. Though he was a martial prodigy from the Crayden family with unlimited resources, he had only achieved the Ultimate Mortal Realm now. He had been trying to break through to the Innate Realm. He had brought two elders at the Innate Realm over here for revenge. He thought he would surely win this fight, but Felix's power had totally shattered their confidence. How could he have possibly achieved the Aetherial Realm at such a young age?

Zorath and Valthor nod, their silver and starlit auras weaving with hers, a trio of redemption, their starlight blades a vow. Aelys’s hand grips mine, her aura flaring, and a vision grips me—the new realm, a tapestry of luminous plains and shadowed forests, its skies ablaze with twin suns, one silver, one black. Keepers roam, their lunar marks glowing, some wielding light, others shadow, their factions—Lightweavers, Shadowkin, Veilborn—vying for the realm’s heart, a crystal core pulsing with the Veil’s essence. A shadowed faction, the Voidborn, stirs, their leader a keeper with a black lunar mark, seeking to unmake the core, their will tied to a relic of the First Ones’ hubris. The Veil’s vo

she whispered. The Ancients replied, "It is the Heart of the Realms. You must bind to it. Or they will collapse." Isabella extended her hand, breath shallow. The moment her fingers brushed the crystal, a torrent of visions overwhelmed her. She saw the world fractured into realms: the Mortal Plane, the Spiritlands, the Abyss, the Heavens, and the Shadowlands—all hanging by threads of flame. Each thread burned with agony. She screamed. Arthur ran to her, but a force flung him back. The crystal clamped onto her aura, drawing in her energy. Symbols poured across her skin like liquid gold. Her eyes turned white. Her voice, when she spoke, was not hers alone.

Down the hill, a massive beast — scaled, its enormous head turning just enough for me to glimpse six gleaming eyes and a mouth dripping black blood — was charging into the battlefield. The voice spoke again, perfectly calm. “As I was saying… you now have four lives remaining.” “What the hell just happened?” I gasped. “You were just devoured by a Dreadfang, a very vicious predator,” the voice said. “You resurrected. Which means your lives have reduced from five to four.” I froze. “What happens when I lose them all?” The voice deepened, turning cold. “Just like I explained, you die… trapped in an endless void.”

Every pack sending distress calls reported the same – waves of creatures, targeting anyone with divine blood or bonds. "They're testing," Volkov said. "Seeing how much pressure the realms can take before—" The world cracked. Not metaphorically. An actual crack appeared in the air, spreading like fractured glass. Through it, I glimpsed other realms – the Flame Realm where everything burned eternal, the Winter Realm of Volkov's power, the Void where nothing and everything existed simultaneously. And in that Void, something massive turned its attention toward us. "Don't look at it!" Volkov commanded, but too late.

Aether’s final words echoed across the realm: “Balance is no longer vertical.” The seam in the sky widened further— And something vast shifted behind it. Not heaven. Not hell. Not even Aether. Something older than realms. Watching. Measuring. Awakening. The city fell silent. The horizon fractured into glowing lines. And somewhere, far beyond her sight— One of the new awakenings screamed. And the scream did not sound human.

The final realm was a place of immense power and mystery, a place where the fate of the world would be decided. Kai, Alex, and the others stood at the threshold of the final realm, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The entrance was a massive stone archway, adorned with ancient symbols and glowing with an ethereal light. "We're here," Kai said, his voice filled with determination. "This is it." Alex placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Remember, we face this together. No matter what happens, we stand as one." The clan stepped through the archway, entering a realm unlike any they had encountered before. The air was filled with shimmering light, and the ground seemed to shift and c