Into The New World Ballad Novels & Stories

A loud, persistent buzzing filled Diana's ears. Standing right beside her, Tyler heard the confirmation that I had signed the divorce agreement. An uncontrollable, triumphant grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Diana," Tyler whispered, leaning in closer. "This is perfect. We just had our wedding photos taken anyway..." Before he could even finish the sentence, Diana shoved him aside and fled the estate like a woman possessed. The media leaked the development almost instantly. By evening, the entire high society of Stormiend learned the undeniable truth: Pierre Newton had signed the divorce agreement.

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

“Something… or someone… is out there.” Clara swallowed hard. She recognized the feeling immediately—the same energy from last night. Her heartbeat quickened. The villains were here. Somehow, they had followed her into this strange, bright world. Mike stood and moved closer to her. “Clara, whatever this is… we need to be careful. I don’t know what it is yet, but I can feel it too. You’re not alone. And we’ll figure it out.” Clara nodded, gripping the pendant. “I… I don’t know if I’m ready.”

Iris opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly, a familiar melody drifted through the orphanage hall. It was Only You. Her pupils shrank, and her heart skipped several beats. The sound felt like it came from a distant world, yet it cut clearly into her ears.

I had cut myself off from my past and was heading toward a future that belonged solely to me. The cell signal on the ship got progressively weaker. After settling my work arrangements, I sat on the deck and quietly looked through the manual I had downloaded on my phone. The manual detailed how to repair a broken bracelet. My body trembled lightly as the ocean breeze blew past. Suddenly, a person blocked out the sun that was shining overhead, casting a long shadow over me. I lifted my head to meet eyes with someone who I hadn't seen in a long time—Caleb Manzana, a senior who attended the same school as me.

"Hold on tight. I'm taking off." "Wait, we'll die from the—" Before I could finish, everything spun around me. My stomach lurched, and I felt sick. It had to be heatstroke. My vision blurred, and I thought for sure I was about to die. I closed my eyes, bracing for the end. "What are you doing? Open your eyes!" Blazewing's voice rang in my ears. Slowly, I opened them. The whole world had changed. "Wh-where are we?"

Even Sirin Webb, the Northern Territory's Beta, looked at me with newfound respect. "You're tough. Are you one of this year's new students?" I nodded while chewing on a piece of bread as dry as bark. My hands were still focused on wrapping the bandage around his arm. I tied a small bow at the end of the dressing, satisfied, then lifted a bowl of wormwood broth to his lips. "Drink this. It masks the scent of blood." I had learned this recipe for Matthew. He never appreciated it. After being reborn, I never made it for him again.