Inter Dimension Novels & Stories

Xavier grunted, tossing the latest cryptic sheet of letters, numbers – and random arcane symbols, they’d come to discover – onto the table, “Even if we had anything they wanted, it would have to be pretty damn important for them to go to the trouble of getting powder into the material plane. It’s not like they can send it FedEx.” By cosmic design, interdimensional travel wasn’t easy. In fact, historians were pretty sure that the first rift between realms had been opened completely by mistake about a thousand years ago when some errant young spellcaster on the other side fucked around and found out that they weren’t alone in the universe.

"You mentioned a reward. Dimensional Storage. How does that work?" [Dimensional Storage is a pocket dimension bound to your soul. It allows the host to store items without weight limits or space restrictions. Time inside the storage is frozen. Food will not rot. Water will remain pure.] My jaw dropped. Frozen time? Infinite space? That meant I could buy food, fresh meat and thousands of gallons of water and it would stay perfectly fresh until the end of the world. I wouldn't have to worry about people stealing my crates from the back of a car again. Everything would be hidden safely inside my mind.

She barges into my personal space, grabs my bicep for balance before stepping of her heel toes to reach me. She drags out the cigarette from my mouth with a huff, before throwing it to the ground and stepping on it. She stares up at me when she is down. We are so close, my gaze keeps flickering from her eyes to her lips, plump pink lips. To be perfectly honest, I’m in an alternate dimension right now, blind, fucking deaf to everyone but this woman. I act on impulse, dip my head and take her mouth. Don’t ask why. There’s no rational or even irrational explanation for why my insides tie into knots when she touches me or why my chest turns to molten rock when our lips connect.

It began to be like a kind of legend, because someone who does not age and who appears and disappears at any moment, generates bad thoughts . Azrael did not return to the outer terrestrial world, he did not like his way of life. The purpose of his stay here had been fulfilled by finding her daughter and seeing her happy as the partner of one of her best friends and of the same origin as hers. Our planet will soon enter the fourth dimension and this implies a change in its material and electromagnetic structure. We travel into the future at a constant speed, the time has come to undergo an acceleration and discover the mysteries of time and also of space.

“And you cannot.” “No,” Subject Zero answers. “Not alone.” I swallow. “Why.” There is a faint sound, like her shifting closer to the wall. “This facility is not fully real,” she says. “It exists in a pocket dimension.” The words send a chill through me. “A what.” “A folded space,” she explains. “Anchored to reality but not bound by it. That is why the walls do not break. That is why your strength does nothing.” I press my forehead to the wall. “Then how did they build it.”

Adrian said with a faint smile. "No, this can't happen!" Keaton panicked, wanting to shout a warning to stop his companions from charging into Adrian’s trap. But Adrian sneered. "It’s no use. No matter how much you scream, they can’t hear you. Do you know where you are now? I call it a two-dimensional space." He paused, then continued, "They, however, are in a three-dimensional space. Communication between these spaces is impossible. But if you'd like, I can let you watch."

Through love creating strength when approached with structure enabling sustainability instead of demanding impossible equality. But then portal destabilized briefly. Just moment. Just instant. Just long enough to create glimpse beyond Cole's shadow. Glimpse of something else. Something watching. Something waiting. Something that made Cole seem manageable by comparison. Through the portal's brief opening, I saw it. Interdimensional threat beyond architect conspiracy. Beyond Cole's manipulation. Beyond everything we'd been fighting. Something ancient. Something powerful. Something that viewed our reality as resource instead of home. As opportunity instead of sanctity. As conquest instead of co

"This benefits national security. Interdimensional relations. We'll—we'll fund the rest. Make it official partnership." "So we're really doing this?" I asked. "We're really becoming—becoming interdimensional community center?" "We already are," Grace said. "We're just making it official." --- The warehouse renovation took three months. Everyone helped. Enhanced people used abilities to speed construction. Military provided materials. Dimensional visitors offered technology we barely understood. James designed the kitchen. Grace picked paint colors. Maya organized volunteer schedules. Albert and Sarah handled the science. Building proper observation areas. Creating safe spaces for dimensional

Through these alliances, the supernatural and human realms would continue to learn from one another, exchange ideas, and work together to address global challenges that transcended their individual realities. The Multiversal Nexus became a hub of interdimensional activity, a place where beings from different realms could gather, share knowledge, and forge new bonds. It served as a beacon of hope and a testament to the power of unity, drawing beings from far and wide to collaborate and shape a future built on cooperation and understanding.

A manipulative, frustrating, absolutely correct point. “I’ll need to consult with others before agreeing to these terms,” I said carefully. “Of course. But decide quickly. The more you heal without proper technique, the wider you crack the dimensional barriers. Eventually, those cracks become gates. And gates attract things you don’t want meeting.” After Aelindra left—with promises to return in two days for my answer—I collapsed against Draven, mind reeling. “An interdimensional entity that feeds on chaos,” I said faintly. “Because mass supernatural awakening wasn’t complicated enough.”