Multiverse Saga Novels & Stories

"Apparently this time, you will experience a slightly different otherworlding journey." “Are you referring to the blocked pathway?” Madam Ruzka nodded again. “That too. Though, we received a different reading this time. And a quite peculiar one at that.” She prompted. “There will be countless of possibilities happening in this world you’re travelling to.” Noel fell silent, listening to her speech. "The first possibility is, this time, the reincarnation of your Sol will appear in earth." Instantly, his head felt a subtle sting when it accepted an overload of memories where he tried hard to forget about.

"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.

A conduit. “The multiverse generates a specific energy signature in vast quantities. It is the emotional resonance of regret. The ‘what if.’ The ‘if only.’ The sigh of a million million choices unmade, paths untrodden, words unsaid. It is a volatile, heavy energy. Difficult to contain. It requires… specialized anchors.”

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.

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

If the Blue Moon Portal legend was true, he wouldn’t die at all, but the team needed his help right now, so they didn’t dwell on the possibilities that even if the Retransformation serum worked for others, it likely wouldn’t work on him. Cassidy was so intrigued by whatever he was talking about, she didn’t even look up as Cadence approached. Alex was making some sort of a gesture with his arms, as if he were firing a musket, reloading, and re-firing it, and Cassidy’s eyes were wide as she listened. Cadence caught the end of the story, standing in silence, waiting for the Founding Father to finish. “And then, it simply sprang free from the cellar door, its fangs barred and dripping blood. So,

It took the crew a few hours longer than expected to translate the salvaged star-charts, but now at least they'd have a tool to work with. Verification with visible constellations wasn't really difficult once the map was readable. It seems that his ship jumped in a well-traveled area, a place called the Fire Fall, whatever that may be. The system they were currently in was nothing but a relay identified by a series of numbers, Relay 571, nothing significant. What was significant was the huge amount of space this Imperium Hominis seemed to have. The Twelve Colonies were just a speck on this map by scale! At least now they knew the Imperium was vast and very powerful. Now it was up to him to f

She was 6 months late and she had a cacophony of bills to pay. Not to mention… mom… Red frowned as she thought of her mother who was still asleep in her hospital bed. Ever since the accident, she has never woken up. She was still alive but she was in a perpetual slumber or more commonly, a coma. Red sighs again. It’s always money… Hmm… maybe, I can blackmail one of these bastards for money. Red ignores the devious thoughts that appear in her mind, then she climbs the staircase towards their office.

But he knew she had a fair share of problems handed to her as well. "And now the Elders of Cosmic Moon pack shall bless our future Alpha reciting the ancient chants as dictated by the Lunar Almanac" Mikkel was snapped out of his thoughts at Alpha Hesiod's proud booming voice. Great, the Lunar Almanac again. Mikkel thought bitterly. "As much as I appreciate history and anything ancient. That book is way outdated and filled with crap. I could personally attest to that since I read most of it." Megaara walked over to his with a glass of water and joined him by leaning against the wall to stare at the busy stage.

What the hell? Naraja was beginning to feel weird, his head was starting to pound over and over to the point he wanted to claw the pain out, but couldn’t. He could feel his heart beginning to palpitate at an abnormal rate to the point his ears were ringing. He couldn’t focus on what was in front of him anymore. All he could hear right now were loud voices booming inside his head, but couldn’t distinguish between the voices, but they sounded familiar. Naraja turned his head ever slightly behind him and could see: Nai, Teresa, Minch, John, Isilia, E-li, Sunshine, Anima, and B-little. They were all far off in the distance on the other end of the corridor of the hallway. Painfully and naturally