Multiversal War Novels & Stories

Sandrine drawled out, she understood heartbreak it was certain; but being a military commander was a top priority above all. Rena placed a hand on Val's arm, he had suffered just as much as she had; and yet he'd proven over the past five years that he was reilient as he worked to better his military. Val's relationship had been more subdued than her own. It made no sense to her however, many in the outer villages were married to partners who shared the same gender. Even the Valkyrie were mostly partnered with other women. She recalled briefly however, nearly seven years prior; how Val had run into her healing lesson in tears holding an unconscious Thanerick. Rena and Ivian were unable to

About a thousand years ago. A vision was given to Lycans about a war that would end all lifeforms. Armageddon, the final battle of good versus evil, would no doubt take place in Felfili, and they had an idea about who would be responsible for starting that war. The only way to prevent it from ever happening was if they could kill the child of prophecy. (Hold that thought for a moment; surely all these talks about the the end would be so vague without understanding the beginning).

“Anyway, whatever they were doing, hopefully it’s over now, right? He’s dead. And Calder killed his associates when we got out of there. Whatever their plan was, it’s got to be over now.” I hoped. Christ. Take over the world. Hubris, but…fucking terrifying hubris. Hawthorne and company might have been pretty fucking far from doing any such thing, but how much damage could a group of warlocks do on a smaller scale, working toward a goal like that? Strike that, I knew exactly how much damage, because I’d been part of the wreckage left behind. And so had Nate, for that matter.

Michelle whispered. “Freda and I argued a lot because I wanted the baby gone and she refused. Then one day, she handed me an envelope. A medical report.” Rose swallowed. “What did it say?” Michelle paused. Rose could hear her trying not to cry. “It said the abortion pills damaged my uterus. Olivia survived, but I would never be able to get pregnant again.”

This girl is made for running. Trevor: And we will make her run like hell. DIANA: Where to, Captain? Trevor: World 8 The ship completes its jump. The Chernov finds itself in E-M L4 of World 8. Trevor: According to Bob this world is always at war. DIANA: Yes sir Trevor: Why? DIANA: Two superpowers who don't want to stop fighting. Trevor: I get it now. There should be some groups who want to oppose this right?

Daniel laid there a little longer before he went back into the living room. The fire was low, throwing more firewood in the fireplace, he sat near it. Daniel needed to get back to his planet before the girls got comfortable here, he would come back when he knew the planet was ready for them. The last time he tried bringing them there, the war started early, and many died including Gabriela and Abey. “You think they can pull off saving this world again?” Adrian a Dark Council member spoke walking out of the darkness of the corner.

"It still doesn't sound that bad." "By evil, I mean any form of immorality, Anything against the law, including minor things like petty theft, lies, and other things which are mostly ignored by the society." "Well, that's horrible." "Yes Taz, it was horrible. It led to the complete annihilation of two other packs." "Oh my God." Taz said with his mouth agape. "Can it ever come back?" "It depends." "On what?" "It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace."

"The Precursors aren't just deleting Earth. They're deleting the whole Library. Those ships... they're the last 'Books' left in the universe." The Cosmic Dread of leaving home was suddenly replaced by a High-Stakes Discovery. They weren't just refugees; they were part of a Multispecies-Exodus. The twist was absolute: The "Mortality Infection" Elara had sent into the stars had triggered a Universal-Civil-War among the Precursors. Some wanted to die; others wanted to "format" the entire universe to stay immortal. Every world that had been touched by the Architects was now being purged, and the survivors were all being drawn to the same final coordinate: The Omega-Station, the place where the f

Satisfied. Dante walked over to me, his hand trembling as he touched my cheek. "Zora... your eyes." "I know," I whispered. "We have the Spire," he said, looking at the city below. "But we’ve started a war with the entire planet, haven't we?" "No," I said, looking up at the obsidian moon. "We didn't start the war, Dante. We just finished the first act." As Zora and Dante stand over their new empire, the Vane Global network receives a transmission from the far side of the planet.

Auriel stood at the long end of the long corridor, he was flanked by two of my Elites soldiers who didn’t even look like soldiers anymore. They looked like hollowed out shells of men, like zombie puppets, dangling on Auriel’s strings. “Aurielll” I growled out. The sound didn’t come from my throat, it came from my throat vibrating like a tornado hitting a roof. “ Little commander, what do I do with you? Thinking you rule the world because the goddess in all her infinite mercy bestowed you with a wolf as powerful as Fenrir. And now we are trapped fighting in the war on opposite sides.”