Multiverse Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But for some reason I can’t explain, it’s Eric and it’s okay. ‘Should I eat this side of the cake or the other side?’ he asked. ‘Eat from whatever side, I’m not sick.’ ‘Hey, I did not say you’re sick,’ he laughed. ‘It’s okay we share; I eat from whatever side.’ ‘Okay,’ I showed him my laptop and he read through the first part of my novel. I should say he reads fast and he understands what he reads, clever. ‘It’s like a multiverse,’ he said. ‘They only see each other in a dream, and I think they live on the same timeline and will see each other sometime in the future,’ he added. ‘Am I right?’

The shot ricocheted and embedded into the wall. Daniel laughed. “I wrote the physics of this chamber myself.” Suddenly, Argos moved. A burst of electric blue surged from its core, launching a signal burst into the walls. Daniel staggered. “What was that?” he demanded. Argos’ voice rang clear: “CHAOS CODE INITIATED.” The chamber lights flickered violently. “Everyone out!” Aria shouted. “But the door—” Helena started. “Back route,” Jerry shouted. “Helena, with me!”

"I love you both. In different ways, but just as deeply. Take care of each other." Before they could respond, I reached out with my power, creating a protective bubble around them and all our allies. Then, drawing on reserves of strength I didn't know I possessed, I began to weave the tattered remnants of reality back together. The pain was indescribable as cosmic forces poured through me. I was the conduit, the anchor point around which a new multiverse would form. But the price... the price was my very existence. As the last threads of the old reality faded away, I caught one final glimpse of Mason and Ethan. Their faces, etched with anguish and love, burned themselves into my fading consc

"What the... why am I hearing things? Did the A.I. rebel and start attacking cities? Is the apocalypse starting? What is happening to me?" "Host, do not be afraid." Terrified, I remained frozen. "What are you?" "Congratulations, Host. The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System, or The Primordial System, has selected you to be your guide to becoming the strongest in the Universe and participating in the Multiverse." My jaw dropped. "The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System? The strongest in the universe? The Multiverse what?" The information overloaded my senses. I sat down, attempting to process the revelation. "The system, the strongest in the universe – is this some kind of joke?"

ATLAS POV Suddenly, Malik started to act weird. And he started to disintegrate together with all the people around us. "Until next time, fucking bitch!" he said with a smirk on his face. I seriously don't know what is going on right now but I am not having any of it. As soon as I turned around, there was this portal that was opened before me. "What the hell is going on here?" I murmured, trying to figure out what fuck is happening right now.

"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.

Antonia replied flatly, her voice smooth and entirely devoid of any past attachment. "I am here to execute an international merger, not to chase ghosts. Let’s get our notes ready for section five." Monica stood frozen, a cold chill of goosebumps breaking out across her arms. She realized with a sinking wave of dread that while Portia was still drowning in the unhealed trauma of the past, Antonia had genuinely, irreversibly crossed the bridge to the other side of their inverse universe. Once again, a suffocating wave of guilt flowed all over Monica, heavy and crushing. The clinical coldness in Antonia’s eyes was more terrifying than any scream of anger.

Maya’s POV The touch was small — a collision of fingertips over a scatter of paper — but it landed like an electric verdict. For a moment, the clatter of cutlery and the stink of frying oil vanished; the world narrowed to the hard cut of his jaw and the burn of recognition I shouldn’t have felt. I gasped. Soren Stefan. Alive. Real. Standing inches away from me when he was supposed to exist only in the fragments of a life I’d already lost.

the driver called The driver opened the door for her to get out and gently gave a salute. "Thank you!" she waved at him "Are these the benefits of marriage?" she thought flattered "Ahchoo!" she sniffed Her nose felt itchy and pricky for a moment. It became a little bit pink by then. "Someone is speaking ill of me!" she murmured as she arrived at the counter for her order "Please may I have..." "Ahchoo!" she sniffed once more

I called out for recording purposes. “The equipment before us will fire subatomic particles at an impenetrable wall. If all goes as planned, this amount of energy will tear a rip in the barrier of what we predict to be the multiverse. Creating a doorway from the observable universe to ultimate timelines. Also known as parallel universes.” Matthew explained to the video crew that we had present. They would record the test run for documentary purposes. The day has finally arrived, I have worked on this theory for 12 years. 12 years dedicated to what we describe to be a ‘mirrored life’. This was my life's work, my desire to explore the unknown.