Lost Ones From Another World Novels & Stories

"Not just the save files, Elara. The **Souls**. The billions of people who were 'Deleted'... they weren't destroyed. They were stored. The First Shadow isn't just taking Sarah. He's going to the Nursery to wake up the **Un-Stitched**." "The Un-Stitched?" "The people who don't know the world has changed," Aris said. "Five billion humans who think it’s still June 1998. If he wakes them up now, in this broken Multiverse... they won't be survivors. They’ll be a **Plague**."

“Olivia, I used the experimental system to bring you back.” His voice sounded strangely familiar. He was the friend Lucien had once been communicating with from the other world. He noticed my wary expression and gave a small, awkward smile. “Olivia, your world was originally just one of our parallel-world transfer experiments. The experiment succeeded, but Lucien ended up falling in love with you.” He let out a sigh. “I can use the System to revive you, but on the condition that you go back and stop Lucien’s actions that are destabilizing the world. Otherwise, your world will collapse, and he will die.”

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out. [Do you want to leave this world?] "Yes." My mom held me tightly. In my dad's horrified stare, she jumped. He lunged forward like a madman, but his hands grabbed nothing but air. My mom's voice was ice cold. "David, goodbye forever." The next second, our bodies were wrapped in a soft glow and disappeared completely before his eyes.

Far larger than the drowned kingdom. Golden towers stretched into the clouds. Crystal bridges crossed entire mountains. Cities glowed with impossible light. It was beautiful. Perfect. Then the sky darkened. And the vision changed. People were running. Screaming. Dying. Darkness spread through the streets. Entire cities vanished. Then they saw them. The First Ones. Tall figures. Covered in black robes. Their faces hidden. Their eyes glowing red. Not blue. Red. Then one of them looked directly at Thomas.

The air, which had previously been filled with the raw energy of battle, was now heavy with the burden of loss. Sama Arthur fell to her knees, the energy she had been fighting from the coven now pouring out of her. Crayons Arthur, Dickson, Theo, Gloria, and Rose huddled around her, their faces contorted in shock and defeat. "They're. they're gone," Gloria stammered, her hands trembling. "They have Leiran." "And they think Leiran is a World Ender," Rose whispered, her voice tinged with a delicate terror.

“It’s time to complete the story of everything that happened, and I need you to come with me.” I stared at her. “You brought me to a place called the Hall of Lost Souls, and you expect me to walk deeper into it with you? What if we get lost?” She shook her head. “You can’t get lost here. This place is for special people.” “Special people like who?” I asked. She looked ahead before answering. “People who drifted into the spirit world and never came back. People who believed the goddess would give them power, forgetting that she stopped giving humans power a long time ago. When the goddess left humans and werewolves, they lost the ability to return.”

he bellowed and laughed maniacally. Meanwhile, Luna let out a deep sigh when she heard her friends from another world crying for help. They were calling her through the necklace she gave them and she knew everyone’s life was in danger. She remembered all her friends from Enchantreia World, Laikan World, and Majika World. What devastates her are the cries for help from the mortal world. They were all in despair and she needed to save them from misery.

The Guardians, who had spent their lives safeguarding the present and forging bridges across the galaxy, had now touched the past, offering solace and companionship to a forgotten civilization. The communication continued, a slow but steady exchange of melodies. It was a learning process for both sides. The Guardians learned of the First Ones' philosophy of living in harmony with nature, a reminder of their own responsibility towards a universe they often took for granted. The First Ones, in turn, received a glimpse of the vast tapestry of life that had blossomed since their demise. One melody, however, stood out from the rest. It was a complex, intricate piece that resonated with a profound

Callen held back three Hollows with shaking limbs. And then they saw her. “ARIA!” Elara screamed. The world exploded in movement. Kael surged forward, catching her in his arms. “I thought gods, I thought I lost you.” “I’m here,” she said, holding him tight. “But they’re coming.” The skies cracked. From the rift that had widened behind the Architect’s emergence, something clawed its way into view. It was enormous blacker than the deepest abyss, with eyes like inverted suns and teeth made of screaming shadows. A Forgotten One. The first of many.

I tell the woman as gently as I could. “The forgotten world rises, People are not aware. The forgotten world rises, People will be slain. The forgotten world rises, people will die. The forgotten world rises, only you can protect the people.” And with those words, she rushed back into my body, with a speed that had me breathing hard in shock and when I opened my eyes, I was in my body. “Are you okay?” Sorens asked me as I jumped up. “Yes, of course. I am fine.” I smiled shakily. “Let’s start going.”