Multiversal War Novels & Stories

"You have one choice. Surrender this realm and its pathetic consciousnesses to us, and we will stop our multiversal conquest. Refuse, and we will destroy everything while you watch, powerless to help because you are too depleted from playing god." The ultimatum hung in the air like a blade. Save our creation or save the multiverse. Choose our perfect world or choose countless other worlds. Prove our philosophy or abandon it when it mattered most. And we had perhaps minutes to decide.

The peace that settled after Elara and Fen's passing was different from any that had come before. It was not the peace of victory, or the peace of resolution, but the deep, humming peace of a system in perfect balance. The Nexus thrived. Corvus, Nia, and their generation moved through their work with a quiet confidence that their teachers would have admired. The great debates were settled. The philosophical wars were over. The multiverse, for the first time in its long, painful history, was truly, sustainably, at peace.

I knew my uncle wasn’t the man who ran away from wars, but unfortunately, he betrayed these people. Sienna guided us to her office and after we were settled in, she mumbled some spell and turned to face us. “Aside from whatever Josh has done in the past, this upcoming war is huge, all the outcast creatures are joining the rogue’s side.” She sat behind her desk and brought out a glass ball, setting it on the desk. “Outcasts?” Scott questioned. Sienna chuckled at his lack of information, and his ears turned red. “Don’t worry, you’ll know everything.” She said, then waved with her hands above the glass ball.

My wrath was greater than anything which they have ever seen. Instead of replying. I gave control to the being and its voice came out of my mouth. “Unfortunately, warlord and Themis will not be joining us. You see, I already sent them to a place which they can never escape on their own at night. I needed no interruptions while I dealt with you guys.” Without warning, Ruslan launched an attack at me, an attack that took me unaware but only pushed me backwards. “Ruslan.” Came shouts of protests. “That is not Kastav, I don’t know what he has done or why but I do know that he is now a Drude, that was supposed to kill a human but it only made him withdraw a few paces.” Ruslan shouted as he stood

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

His power had been weakened, but he was the Legend. Pale flames licked at the grey sky. Dark smoke rose, twisting and curling. When the wind pushed it toward them, he blinked and wept and rubbed their eyes. He turned his head away, coughing and cursing. A taste of things to come, thought Moriah. Many and more would burn before this war was done. Hadassah was robed all in scarlet satin and blood velvet, her eyes as blue as the great ruby that glistened at her throat as if it too were on sea. "

"We just outgrew your design." The Architect tilted its head, a gesture of cold, intellectual curiosity. "The Mosaic-World is a beautiful error, Leo Vance-Thorne. But it is a leak. As long as you remain here, the rest of the Multiverse will continue to vibrate into chaos. We cannot allow the infection of 'Choice' to spread further." The Ultimate Bargain The Architect stepped forward, the floor beneath its feet turning into a map of a billion unwritten stars.

The chaos was deafening. The very fabric of the multiverse rippled and shattered as the two worlds teetered on the edge of annihilation. Ryen and Alara stood at the epicenter of the fractured dimension, their own dark and light counterparts facing off in a desperate, almost primal clash of wills. The air shimmered with unstable energy, crackling with the sound of reality splintering apart. Every second brought them closer to oblivion.

This was my home for a long time, but I have nothing left here, no friends, no family, Everything swept away within the space of a couple Months. Let me start from the beginning. It is 2027 mid June. Our world has gone into crisis. Wars have been breaking out everywhere. Homes have been bombed, peoples lives lost. History, art, architecture, Everything that has been preserved and kept now lost in a cloud of smoke. This is World War III.

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.