Into Reality Novels & Stories

“We will show you,” I said. “But not just our memories. Not just our experiences. We show you the pack. The real pack. The living, breathing, existing pack. You see them directly. You feel them directly. You understand them directly. No filters. No interpretations. No manipulations. Just truth. Just reality. Just existence as it truly is.” “How? I cannot leave this realm. Cannot enter reality without becoming reality. Cannot experience without contaminating my nothing.” The First Dark pulled back. Afraid again. Uncertain. “You ask the impossible.”

"A place where reality could be. We need to pull it into existence." "How?" "We imagine it. Together. All of us. We imagine a world where bonds exist. Where connection is real." "And then?" "We choose it. So strongly it has to exist. It becomes real because we believe in it." Thousands of minds imagining. Creating. Choosing. And slowly, impossibly, reality formed. Not rebuilding. Creating something new. Something better. A world where bonds weren't forced. Where connection was sacred. The void resisted. But we pushed harder. Loved stronger.

--- Ariana exhaled slowly. --- “That sounds like I’m not real anymore,” she said. --- Oliver looked at her. --- “You’re real,” he said. --- A pause. --- “But they’re controlling how real you appear to others.” --- That explanation settled heavily. --- Because it meant one thing. --- Reality wasn’t just what existed. --- It was what was recognized. --- Ariana leaned against the locker. --- “So this is the consequence,” she said. --- Oliver nodded. --- “Yes.” ---

Even though it pained him to let them face such a creature without sufficient knowledge and skills, he had to set aside his doubts about their capabilities. -----"Most of the things in reality are far from our expectations. Maybe a certain dream can become real, but it will not happen exactly as it did in your dream. It can be better or worse. Whatever it may be, the effects will leave a great impact on your life. That's how strongly reality hits a person, and you can't do anything but go with the flow and accept the present."-----

⸻ Not quietly. Not subtly. But decisively. ⸻ And when it did— There would be no return to controlled distance. No return to contained alignment. No return to the illusion— That this was still just strategy. ⸻ Because once something became visible— Truly visible— ⸻ It stopped being a possibility. And became— A reality.

But belief, held with enough care and backed by enough work, had a way of eventually becoming the reality it had been pointing toward all along. This was that reality. And it was better than the belief had managed to imagine.

The one which she had ended her life before she even thought of living. But they were vague because she was slowly sinking deep into her reality. Reality was something of the present. And for all she knew, it was relative. Something verified to exist. Not influenced by wishes or hope, dreams, beliefs, illusions or even imaginations. "What?! Cat got your tongue this time around huh?!" Zaria scorned.

She would make millions. At night the universe bursts with vibrant bright colors. This world had two moons. It is hard to explain. It's all a dream, I think. I get so confused because it all seems so natural. I just showed up one night after one of my angels came and whisked me away. The brain does crazy things when damaged, and you can not distinguish fantasy from reality. I am not dead; however, I am stuck in a dream world. It is like that movie, the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. When the kids show up in Narnia, everyone knows who they are. They call me AlexiAnna here. It's always nice to get a chance to be a whole new person.

Without condition. Real.