Multiverse Comics Novels & Stories

But Jericho revealing his true nature bothered her greatly. You're Nephilim, Feron had told her fiance. Nephilim were half-angel, half-human creatures whose impure souls left them sickly and dead by the time they reached puberty. Jericho was ill, that much Rose could see, but from the looks of him, Jericho might be in his early twenties already. If he were truly a Nephilim, he should be long gone. She didn’t know what could have given him a longer life than intended. But she was certain of one thing--he was definitely after the ritual to prolong his short life even further. Nothing more, nothing less.

Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not. His mother Tara was a beautiful woman with a pure soul, she was from a low rank pack. Some of the jade wolves decided to disengage from the pack and create their own packs which led to the disunity amongst wolves, they couldn’t bear the harsh treatment from the Jade wolves and then moved on to form theirs. It was a war for survival, most of them lost their lives and the ones that didn’t were injured badly. Tara was just a child when the war started and when it ended, her father Sirius who had survived moved to form a pack of his own. Years later after the war had ended, Memb

Ken often teased me that being with the humans had altered the way I think but the truth was that, my wings had been clipped for so long that all I wanted to do now was fly to highest altitude and see what the world had in store for me. My favorite part about our visit to the planetarium, was when I spoke about the theory of the multiverse; which postulated that every past and present of one's self exist in a different universe, for every choice you make an infinite number of yourself exist while you make that choice, so in this way, we get to live multiple lives.

“Then explain.” The figure raised his hand. Every abandoned universe stopped. “They aren't coming here.” Auren frowned. “They are already here.” Silence. The multiverse trembled. One by one— the versions of Auren stepped out. Auren saw thousands. Then millions. Then billions. Infinite versions of himself surrounded them. Kael raised his weapon. The First Kael did the same. Veyr stared. “That's a lot of Auren.” The Observer whispered: “Not Auren.”

Despite the secrecy, we were perfect together and we were happy. We spent every Saturday evening at the planetarium where Maria's eyes would glow to the color of soft moss green as she spoke about astronomy and some other stuff he didn't understand. Her dream was to study astronomy in university and fly to space someday despite being a practicing psychologist. My favorite part about their visit to the planetarium, was when she spoke about the theory of the multiverse; which postulated that every past and present of one's self exist in a different universe, for every choice you make an infinite number of yourself exist while you make that choice, so in this way, we get to live multiple lives.

It was the Reader's Voice, synthesized through the very reality they had built together. "You needed to know if you could survive being human," the voice said, sounding as if it were coming from the walls themselves. "And you proved it. You survived the grocery aisle. You survived the broken engine. You survived the silence. But Julian... the 'Ordinary' is a luxury the universe cannot afford right now." The Mid-Point: The Ledger of the Void The walls of the basement began to dissolve, replaced by a holographic display that spanned the entirety of the dark space. It wasn't the Thorne-Vance Ledger. It was something much larger—the Cosmic Audit of the Multiverse.

Ruth replied. _Ruth's POV: As we explored the realm, I felt Michael's love deepening. We were two souls, united in every sense. "Michael?" I asked. "Yes?" he replied. "What's beyond this realm?" I asked. Michael's eyes twinkled. "The Multiverse," he said. "A realm of infinite possibilities," I whispered. Michael nodded. "Where our love can create infinite worlds," he replied. Together, we stepped into the Multiverse. Infinite doors opened, revealing new realities.

, eventually calling it magic. Well, almost all, as this specific race, humans were left out of the frenzy. It’s strange, really. Humans were completely left out. They were allowed to evolve, unaffected by the lifeblood. It was called the cocoon, as it had an invisible shell that kept the lifeblood from ever reaching them. Its one of the greatest mysteries of the multiverse. Scores of creatures travelled there over the times, building up what your race has as myths and legends. But as time passed, they left, again leaving the earth in seclusion. It was also weird that no other form of life has ever been recorded within the 900 million light-years, as if someone wanted you all to think you we

"After that, the choice becomes mine, not yours." In the physical realm, Aria fell to her knees as the weight of this new threat became clear. Just when they had thought they had solved the problem, just when they had finally created a society based on genuine choice, they had discovered that the entire multiverse was built as a feeder system for something even larger. "We can't win," she whispered to herself. "No matter what we choose, no matter how hard we fight, we're going to end up consumed or erased or transcended without consent."

Isolde, perceptive as always, noticed the worry etched on my face. “Agnes,” she began gently, her eyes filled with concern, “what troubles you? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.” I sighed, unable to keep the troubling vision to myself. “It’s Elder Magnus. I asked him to glimpse into the future, to see what awaits us if we go to war against King Crowell.” Isolde’s brows furrowed with worry. “And what did he see?” I recounted Elder Magnus’s words, the bleak and haunting images he had described. “He saw death, Isolde. Destruction and the end of our sacred order. It’s a future filled with darkness.”