Life In Another World Novels & Stories

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

But did I have the energy for that kind of war? Honestly? No. I was exhausted. I just wanted peace. A life where I didn’t have to constantly look over my shoulder or wonder when the next betrayal would come. Maybe this was the best thing after all. I had been asking the universe for a knife to cut the cord—and Alex just handed me a sword. I picked up a pen and hovered it over the paper. But my hand trembled. Tears filled my eyes as years of memories came rushing back—both the sweet lies and the painful truths.

Ancients send their own people to 'nudge' the civilization in the right direction, the direction decided for them by the Ancients. World leaders, artists, people in different levels of power, all of them are sent to these worlds by the Ancients, to slowly get you ready for the end. For example, almost all of the monsters and demons that were portrayed in your "movies" are actual creatures and races found everywhere in the universe. The myths and legends foretold in your stories and scriptures are all real as well. Everything that you saw and experienced in your old world was chosen by the Ancients. Even clothing, languages etc were all picked out for you," she said with a serious face. She

he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room” “I had no choice at birth,” I exclaim with exaggerated annoyance and get up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall but no matter, “you think it's so easy to go out into the world and put my best face forward! No, you don't, you are in good health, while I remain with stupid cannulas in my nose because my lungs are unable to create more oxygen, day by day I think about death and I come face to face with it when I see myself in the mirror” My nostrils are dilated, my breathing accelerated by rage and tears flood my

She tilted her head, a look of genuine pity on her glowing features. “Oh, Zara. You still think in three dimensions. How quaint.” She leaned in, her breath smelling of ozone and dead stars. “There are no aliens. There is no invasion force waiting in the sky.” What? What did that even mean? She swept her hand around the room. The walls shifted, displaying images, not of space, but of Earth. A burning Earth. Cities crumbling to dust, oceans boiling, and wolves… millions of wolves, starving, dying, their bodies withering away.

She still could not believe she was in Colter's world. Colter's confession about him not being a human and that he came from a world called Howard, seemed like a long time ago. Vida felt she was living right out of a fairytale. Who knew there existed another world with people who had super powers and could fly? Howard was nothing like Earth. The luscious greenery was something else here. Vida immediately knew just by looking at the flowers, they were magical. The air was different too. It was sweeter. Or maybe she was just used to the contaminated air of the Hudson River.

"I can't just go back to my old world and be Selena again?" He shook his head with regret. "I'm afraid not. You've already died, child. That's the law, and no one can change it. But you can go to a new world and live on with a new identity." I went quiet as something heavy and sad settled over me that I couldn't quite name. I flipped through the list the System had given me. It was full of all kinds of lives, from heiresses to pop stars to corporate executives. I skimmed through them all and, in the end, picked an ordinary wolf in a werewolf world.

Slightly overbaked at the edges, buttery and perfect. She placed it on the table between us, then finally sat down across from me. Her hands curled around her cup as if she needed the warmth to steady her voice. “We don’t live in the world you think we do, Aria.” She looked me straight in the eyes. “There’s another world beneath this one. Older. Hidden. Protected. It’s been kept secret for centuries because if humans knew the truth… they’d burn everything down.” I stared at her, the warmth of my tea untouched in my hands.

"You must be boring." "Yeah. My life before was boring when I lost my emotions and memories of yours." I look at him, and he is looking at me. "I don't like talking to anyone except my mum, I don't laugh nor smile. I don't feel any care, or love, just anger. Until that day I remember you and my emotions are back. My life becomes cheerful again." 🎶And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky, I'll make a wish send it to heaven then make you want to cry

Oceans churned. Like a fist, the sky contracted.'". But Amina barely noticed. As soon as her fingers were clasped around the lantern, She saw everything. The Weight of Forgotten Worlds. Civilizations flooded through her mind. Not as information. As lives. She felt: Children laughing beneath alien suns, Lovers saying goodbye before containment, Species uniting vocalizations over oceans of light, for instance. Worlds rushing towards each other in unease.' And then silence. The impossibility of the emotional burden made Amina hesitant.