Multiverse Apprenticeship Reviews Novels & Stories

"I heard that you were in the limelight some time ago, and you actually defeated the outer disciple who was in the second stage of the Pulse Control Realm. However, you seem to have made a mistake. Defeating the outer disciple doesn't mean that you're one, and the Flaming Stream is only open to outer disciples. This isn’t a place where apprentices like you can come. You're not worthy of it at all.” Asher purposely emphasized the word, apprentices.

"You said this is only the third apprentice Tane has ever taken, what happened to the other two? Does he always choose them this young?" "No one knows, except maybe Ian, if the other two were this young or not. Most here can only remember the last one a little if they remember him at all. Ten years ago the captain ended the apprenticeship and he went his own way. Both are said to be equal to the captain in military genius and I have heard that they are generals specialized in strategy now. They tried to promote Captain Tane to general, but he told them that he wouldn’t be able to get to know that many men personally, so he wouldn’t take the promotion. He has always been selective, I’m told."

Hermes's voice, though she could not see him anywhere. The Speedverse was the world where the gods and the Celestials lived, a planet far out in the cosmos—in another universe. It was actually at the epicenter—there was no other world like it, despite its existence in the multiverse. She could see beings going about their business. Some had wings. . .others were strong and big. . .others wore crowns on their heads. . .

We drop in together (perfect tandem, married sync). The wind tastes like forever. Year one we owned the sky. Year two? We’re just getting started. Coyote Club rule number fifteen: When you marry your best friend and accidentally become gods of a hidden university… you show up fashionably late and remind the universe who actually runs this place. The legend isn’t slowing down. It just grew teeth. And two rings. Let’s go. The Multiverse Sends a Bill September 15, 2030 – Advanced Sky Rebellion 501, Tempest Arena, 8:03 a.m.

Yet in this strange and incredible journey, they could only live up to someone else's contract beast. Something within them changed. They could not help feeling how ignorant they were. Universal Element Priest started to consider inviting Sentry to explore the multiverse together to enrich their experience of a bigger world.

—it was "Industrial." "It’s 'Closed,' Audrey," Lucas said, standing with her at the "Translation-Throttle" of the Sovereign-Aegis. They were looking back at the "Wild-Multiverse," which was now a glowing tapestry of "Productive-Chaos." "We’ve turned the 'Void' into a 'Workshop.' There’s nowhere left to go where there isn't a 'Union-Spark' or a 'Cinder-Born-Hammer.' We’ve made the universe 'Infinite' in its 'Industry'."

They both looked at me with questions, but I didn’t answer them and just pulled them toward the recruitment area, where we saw a long queue of unlisted warriors trying to apply. “Now, this is what I’m talking about.” Maise finally came down and queued with me. Our hearts were pumping with excitement as our dreams were not at arm’s reach, but it all shuttered when we reached the recruiter who scrutinizingly stared at each of us with prejudice as he mercilessly said the words we never thought we’d hear as a Custodes apprentices. “You’re not qualified. Leave!”

"She grafted a god to her soul. Unleashed its roots across realities. The multiverse *itches*." The static surges. "I saved us." ***Salvation is subjective,*** the judge rumbles. ***Let the evidence speak.*** The Apostle flicks a wrist. The air ripples with visions: -A timeline where the Seed's roots strangle a sun, planets withering to husks. -A village of the Forgotten, their bodies melting into oak sap. -The Hunter, fully transformed, his roots devouring the fortress. "Lies," I snap. The Apostle grins. "Are they?"

Frowning, Fane asked, “What do you mean? We’re both informal disciples. What do you mean by cannon fodder?” Wesley sneered and a disdainful look appeared in his eyes. He took a glance at all the newly joined disciples and crassly spoke, “I’m saying that you’re cannon fodder. Don’t you know how you were recruited? How is it possible for them to only put an obsidian as the assessment tool during usual recruitment? You guys are recruited to make up the numbers. Are you guys really thinking of yourself as informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion? Let me tell you: none of you are qualified to think so.

Prejudices and biases dissolved, replaced by a sense of empathy and compassion that transcended boundaries. The stories and experiences shared through the Multiversal Nexus became a wellspring of inspiration and wisdom. Beings across the realms learned from one another's successes and failures, finding guidance and support in the collective knowledge of the multiverse. The Infinite Tapestry expanded, weaving together the threads of countless realities, creating a tapestry of stories that celebrated the diversity and resilience of all beings. In the wake of the Multiversal Nexus's unveiling, the supernatural and human realms entered a new era of collaboration, innovation, and growth. With eac