Infinite Realm Book 6 Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m afraid I can’t call the Librarian’s off. They aren’t entirely a part of this world. All they know is hunger and the desire to protect this place and its secrets. I’ll help the others along as much as I can. Until then, we have some things to discuss.” “How are they not a part of this world? They seemed pretty real to me.” I muttered, “Breath and all.” Orion went to elbow me lightly. I scooted out of his way, snarling and swatting at him. “There’s hundreds of thousands of different realms. Really, the number is infinite.” Ismene explained, passion warming her musical voice. “However, there is one that mirrors our realm, and this library is sort of a bridge between the two. It’s somewhat

Zarek grabbed her hand, anchoring her, but her skin burned hot—unnaturally hot. "She's overheating—get her to the healer," Jon barked, already clearing the way. "No," Veyra rasped, shoving herself upright with trembling limbs. "It's him. He's here." Zarek's jaw clenched. "Who?" Veyra looked toward the still-screaming fissure, her eyes glowing white-hot. "The Sixth." Perfect. Here's Section 3 of Chapter 89 – The Sixth Breaks Through: The ground around the fissure pulsed like a wound, the soil bleeding black smoke that curled upward and clung to the trees like a living fog. The land itself groaned, an ancient sound that made even the bravest warriors clutch their weapons tighter.

The sunlight erupted. The realm screamed. The shadows burned. The diagram collapsed. The Spirit Realm chose its side. I barely had time to react. Silver chains appeared. Authority. Judgment. Rejection. The realm itself turning against me. Again. How predictable. How disappointing. The sunlight intensified. I fought. Of course I fought. I was Elias. I did not surrender. I did not yield. I did not— The world vanished. Suddenly I stood outside. The connection severed. The Spirit Realm gone.

I shake my head but inside I agree, we all know Damian can never be trusted but he can not be ignored either. “What do we do next?” I ask a little too hopeful. He smiles at me with a sadness “I have some ancient texts in my office let me consult them and see if we can work out a counter spell, I have a feeling this is an elders gift to be able to do this to you, no simple spell would work on a mind like yours. That would require prolonged access to you, how on earth did they get that close?”

" The never-ending war I tightened my jaw. "I don't get it." She smiled at me sadly. "You'll." The ground shook before I could say another word. A growl rang through the air, deep and thunderous. Damon quickly reached for his sword. "What on earth was that?" With my heart racing, I turned to face my mother. "What's going on?" Her body faded as she took a step back. "The realm has come to life." A swirling black emptiness was revealed when the heavens above tore open.

He shrugged his shoulders. Tazaana is captured by a mage and taken to the realm of mages. Once there, Tazaana was carried by the brown-haired man. Tazaana screamed for release, but the brown-haired man ignored her. At the same time, Tazaana was fascinated by seeing the beauty in the realm of mages because it was far different from the realm of black mist. The realm of mages is more colorful, like the earth, and has daylight but no sun. When Tazaana is brought into a place, it's like a special building for a team. When she got there, the brown-haired man dropped her off. Tazaana looked around. Many people were watching her.

He took a few books off my stack to pack-and I listened attentively. "But she created a human heart for him and if even gods themselves can not stand to be alone, what made him different? He spoke of this to her, but she would not listen. The realms had only prospered the way she had created them. She thought creating anything more would be destruction. There was perfect balance. Nothing else was needed. So in desperation, he sought other ways-" "The Shadow realm." "The endless." He corrected, "a place filled with endless everything. Endless wants, endless emptiness, endless powers. Endless chaos. It came to him, whispered a solution- a host for it, in exchange for a mate."

Except it felt good. “Breaking news, we just got reports that there are many people trapped inside of the game, Arcane Realm.” The news channel on the television had both Luka and me breaking away from each other to gap at the news reporter on the screen. Luka grabbed the remote and turned the volume up so we could hear what was going on clearly.

“If everything went according to plan, Voros and Kain are in the Ruby Realm, home to the Dacian Vampires.” My hands slide to Caleb’s chest, and I tap it with my right forefinger. “Unknowingly, you might have secured your friendship with the Dacian Vampires. You also count on the help of the Druid Witches and you are the king of the Diamond Realm. Queen Lamia should fear you.” “Queen Lamia is not the only one who gives me nightmares,” Caleb says. “We will talk about this later,” he promises. “I’ll let you off the hook because of the coronation, else I would have pestered you until you told me everything,” I huff.