Lost Ones From Another World 소설 & 이야기

The silver eyes returned to Elara and Verath and Fear appeared in them. Ancient. Terrible. Infinite. “Because it is happening again.” Silence. The mountains trembled. The sea roared. A cold wind swept across the forest. Elara’s pulse quickened. “What do you mean?” The silver eyes slowly lifted. Looking beyond the sky. Beyond the stars. Beyond reality itself. The Last of the First Ones sounded afraid. “The thing that destroyed our world…” One by one, the countless silver eyes widened. ”…has found yours.”

After five years of marriage, Gabrielle Jamison stumbles upon her husband, Morgan Quilton, with his mistress. He's even brought their son, Casper Quilton, with him. Casper pretends not to know her, and Morgan doesn't even bother to hide his contempt. Gabrielle looks around at the room full of impeccably dressed guests. She twists the hem of her wrinkled shirt, then looks at her own haggard reflection in the mirror. The brilliant golden girl she used to be is gone without a trace. In that instant, she loses all hope in Morgan and Casper. So, when Morgan tells her he wants a divorce, she quietly says yes. From then on, every outrageous demand from his side of the family gets a hard no. Si

I heard another continuous humming sound but is different than the buzzing sound I heard earlier, it’s as if it’s about a warning or something. Miracle’s parents continuously cried and asked for the doctor’s assistance. Then, people wearing white coats started to enter the room while I heaved for more air. For the time being, I can just sympathize with Miracle's torment, however, her life and her safety are out of my league. I was unable to spare her—just like those other bodies I had before, I couldn’t do anything to protract their lives.

Her eyes showed an assurance for him not to worry about anything. Demir stood up and walked toward the door. “What else should I remember?” then he sighed. “I miss Selin. I want to talk to her.” Laura looked away and let out a heavy sighed. “You have to understand that you a temporary loss of memory. The doctors said that it might come back naturally, so you don’t need to pressure yourself.” Demir removed her hands wrapped around his waist. “I know about that but I want to be back in the office. You know it’s so boring here in the house.”

The pain in my chest tightens with every snicker, every cruel laugh. “That’s enough! You’re weak, unworthy. You will never be my Luna. This pack deserves better.” His words slice through me like a knife- “I reject you, Tisha, as my mate and future Luna.” Laughter fills the hallway. So hollow, so cruel. My heart shatters as our bound snaps the remnant of what’s left of me bare for the world to see. The hallow void left drowning every Pain hitting me like a tidal wave, ripping through every part of me. My vision spins and my legs give out leaving Kimberly to hold my weight as I crumble.

“Do you still not understand it?” Alex looked at Blaine, “Master, did you... create Daya? No, did you create this diffracted universe and three thousand worlds?” Blaine replied, “Yes, and no! I can help you guys resurrect all the loved ones you have lost and retain their memories and personalities exactly the same as before. They will never change.” He snapped his fingers again. Women and men appeared one after another. Dorothy Assex, Hayley Hanson, Daya Stoermer, William Rockefeller, Autumn Rockefeller, Brittany Rockefeller...

Anne -oh dear don't feel sad,just remember that anytime you feel in need of a woman,or you need someone to talk to, am always there for you, anytime of the day,ok it a promise to you Rick -Thanks babe,and thank you for everything you have done to me,the care and love you showed me,am so happy I have someone who will make me happy and not make me feel bad*smiles and kiss* Anne -thanks Rick,I love you so much*kiss* Rick -you do love me Anne*surprised* Anne - yeah I do love you Rick,ever since I saw you are a different personality entirely I fell for you, but am sad cause we can't be together,it's just a secret affair for the moment*sad and face fell* Rick

The throne was now wreathed in a churning vortex of fog, the energies coalescing, trying to form a figure. They didn't wait to see what- or who- it would be. The cracks spiderwebbing across the walls and the groaning of the very stone urged them on. They sprinted for their lives, the mysterious sphere clutched in Mars’s hand, as the obsidian palace crumbled into a heap of shimmering, dark rubble behind them. High above, Unis watched the destruction, his form hovering in the air. The arm Mars had severed was now fully regenerated. His ponytail came undone, the black strands slowly bleaching to a stark white.

Chapter 8 The city had never felt so tense. Even the hum of traffic seemed quieter, as though it were holding its breath. The aftermath of the Shadow Council’s second strike left the streets scarred: shattered windows, overturned cars, and the faint echo of terror lingering in the alleyways. Clara sat on the rooftop of Mike’s house, staring at her pendant. It no longer glowed faintly—it pulsed strongly, as if calling her, reminding her of what she had lost: the fragment of her grandmother’s artefact stolen by the Shadow Leader.

"They couldn't find their way home." "What happened?" I asked. "They remained between worlds." His expression darkened. "Too long." The connection showed me a brief image. A traveler standing between two doors. Unable to enter either. Waiting. For centuries. Until nothing remained except the waiting itself. The vision vanished. "They became empty." Aldren continued. "They collect what they've lost." "What have they lost?" He looked at me. "Themselves." The army stopped. Exactly one hundred yards from Blackthorn's outer walls.