Lost Ones From Another World 소설 & 이야기

She felt disappointing from losing a chance to see the voice of the man whom she’s curious about. Valerie soon acknowledges that everything is merely a dream, but it doesn't stop her from being disappointed by her alarm clock interrupting her strange and sweet fantasies. She got out of bed little by little, doing her morning routine while listening to a soft lo-fi song that gave her a wonderful morning vibe.

said Professor Alex with a serious face. "What is it Professor?" asked Zoya. Everyone in the room listened intently to what Professor Alex had to say. “I just met Captain Arnold. According to Captain Arnold's report, the situation here is becoming increasingly precarious. The monsters almost ruled the whole world. The logistics path to Hope's organization has been blocked by the monsters. So all the residents who are here can only last about one more week. If you can't complete this mission in less than a week, the world will be destroyed,” said Professor Alex.

The "First Breach" was a sensory unweaving of the North’s foundations. As the "Abandoned Drafts"—the wolves made of "Redacted" static—poured through the black-and-gold door, the vibrant atmosphere of the "Unmapped" realm began to stutter. These were not the "Genesis Legion" or the "Mosaic" refugees. They were the "Scentless Echoes"—versions of the Blackwood and Thorne warriors who had been deleted during the Architects' various resets. They carried the "Ink" of their own cancellation like a terminal plague.

I had poured resources into searching for it, fed every known detail through systems worth more than most territories could afford, and still found absolutely nothing. It was as though the place existed outside the world itself. And then there was Kael Merrick. A man who should have disappeared permanently after betraying his Alpha, only to return years later beside a Luna powerful enough to bend reality itself without explanation. Who exactly were these people? The thought barely settled before something shifted behind me. Every instinct I possessed sharpened instantly. I turned toward my desk, my hand already moving toward the weapon concealed beneath the side compartment when a calm voice

I watched Ronnie as he spoke more about how we came to be. “The other gods were not only jealous of Luna’s ability, her family, and her new world, but they hated it and they hated us. We have many enemies out there that hunt us down. Not as many in the human world where we are from, but in the primitive one, there are thousands.” He explained. “Wait, so there is another world out there? Like another planet?” I asked. It would be so crazy to think we were sort of like aliens! “No, there's not another planet, its more like another dimension? I guess?” He said. “Its kind of hard to explain. But only a Luna can guide her pack through the door to this world.”

The shadow that had lunged at me disintegrated on contact, shredding into nothing before it could even scream. The others recoiled. The silver figure beside me did not move. It watched. Approval humming in the air like distant thunder. Memory slammed into me. Not fragments this time. Everything. I saw the first breach tear open between worlds, a wound in reality that bled darkness into forests and cities alike. I saw creatures pour through, faceless and endless. I saw Lycans fall. Witches burn. Hunters turning their weapons on anything they did not understand. I saw her. The former Luna.

Strong. But I also saw the other side. The Others' world was a huge, gray desert with no stars in the sky. And there were many shapes pressed against the newly alive Veil: the Wardens, the scouts, and the hive mind's tendrils. They weren't attacking. They were... looking. Their heads were tilted, and their alien minds were focused on the sudden, bright light of our world. The dissonance that had drawn them in was gone, and for now, there was a harmony that was impossible to break.

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars and planets dance to the rhythm of gravity and time, lies a realm of forgotten worlds. These lost realms, shrouded in the shadows of oblivion, whisper tales of a bygone era when they thrived with life and vitality. Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion.

"Since when did you ask for help from a murderer?" "Look Rick,believe me,I'm not Ariana. I'm not from this world" "You from Mars?",I asked getting fed up of her stupidity. "No,it's a parallel world Rick,Zino city and Zino village. At first it was confusing, but now I know,I'm very sure of that.In my world you're my boyfriend, you have tattoos on your left arm and a scar under it but here it's totally different". I couldn't understand what she was rambling about.

They were all telling her that they'd be there but they don't really know when to be there for her. Just like when her cousin Kendal used to tell her that she has got her back. Just like when her only best friend at school said that they will always be friends. Just when Fred said I'll be right here. Where are they? Gone. Kendal gave up on her. The only one whom she considered her best friend found new friends in college and forgot about her. Fred? He's probably seeking the things she could not give him, his needs. Ah fuck needs! "Stop it, Brie," she whispers to herself. "Stop thinking about those people who weren't bothered when they lost you." She sniffed, slight smoke coming from her mout