Multiverse Saga Novels & Stories

Elara, taking a step forward, asked, "Althor? Is it really you? What do you mean?" Althor chuckled, the sound echoing eerily around them. "Meranthia is saved, but the fabric of the multiverse is tearing. The Eclipsion was but a prelude. There are darker, more formidable forces awakening. Forces that even the guardians may not be able to withstand." Seraphina, defiantly, retorted, "Whatever challenges lie ahead, we'll face them together." Althor's eyes, now deep pools of void, met hers. "We shall see, young guardian. For now, remember this: as one chapter ends, another begins, and the story of the multiverse is far from over."

The weight of the universe seemed to rest on my shoulders and all I could think about was how to fix a problem that I should never have to face. Suddenly, the world in front of me was replaced. By what, I don’t know. I was watching two people fighting, a man and a woman. They were standing in the middle of a room with cream white marble floors and pillars that stood to hold a three to four story ceiling. This place was massive and extremely elegant. A place fit for the… Gods. Wait a minute! Is this what I am seeing? An argument between two Gods? “Not only is it enough to limit his power by binding him, now they want to deny him a fated mate!”

That's when Péngyǒu gives a breathy laugh, as if she feels a thousand-ton weight pulling her down, a heaviness in her stomach. - What did I do to deserve this, Mr. Yoshihiro? - She questioned him. - Because I? – She had a lot of questions. - Between the entrails of the magical worlds, between each part of the multiverse, there are from weapons to artifacts of great power, those who manage to maintain or dominate. - There are many worlds where there are large arsenals of weapons that could destroy all life on this planet for a million years, in which those who are all beings that live here oversee them if they ask the same question every day.

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.”

HIGH SCHOOL SAGA (When chaos descend on Love) Season 2 Episode 1 (Back in the World) *Author’s POV* In a beautiful lonely world, her very own wishful lonely world, was seen Cheryl Blossom in a moderate small building with her family. She was seen playing around the small house with her little brother Malakai Blossom. Her mom in the kitchen making dinner with her husband giving her back hugs and kisses. It all looks real and unreal, the love and togetherness she feels is so real and unreal, she felt something isn’t right still, because every time she tilt her head peeping outside, she always saw more than five blurry images calling out for her, calling her name and telling her she belongs her

With the "Master-Key" refused and the "Origin" departed, the Union stood as the sole proprietors of the known Multiverse. But the "Infinite-Cycle" had created a byproduct no one had anticipated: "Excess-Momentum." The sheer efficiency of the "Harmony-Forge" and the "Soul-Oil" was pushing the boundaries of the "Multiversal-Shell." They were no longer just filling their own space; they were "Leaking" into the "Absolute-Void" that surrounded the entire cluster of realities. This triggered the Trans-Multiversal-Expedition, a mission to sail beyond the "Narrative-Skin" and discover what lay in the "Great-Outer-Dark."

“Don’t you realize everyone wants you dead? You’re dying one way or the other. Does it matter if I kill you now, or if your people kill you on the destined night?” Just as I was about to bolt from the nut job, a woman cut in. “Drake’s had way too much to drink. We’ve been playing Dungeons and Dragons all night. He’s losing touch with reality with all this booze.” She tapped him on the back. “Remember, we need to keep the princess alive.” “Why?” he asked. “So our enemies can destroy us?” “You are cut off,” she replied firmly. “No more beers for you.”

on his "Sovereignty." "They’re 'Leeching' our 'Resonance', Avery," Dominic growled, his voice a "Low-Frequency-Vibration" of "Primal-Warning." "The 'Multiverse' is ' insolvent.' It’s trying to 'Refinance' its 'Dark-Timelines' with the 'Interest' of our 'Violet-Spring.' If we don't 'Block' the 'Transfer,' our world will turn 'Gray' to save a billion 'Dead-Ends'." The Anatomy of the Causal-Friction

"I’m thinking of a universe where we don't have to save it every two weeks." He chuckled against her lips. "I’ll believe it when I see it, Queen." The Sovereign Empire was no longer just Earth. The multiverse was finally open for business.