Novel Settings Novels & Stories

Welcome, everyone, to my new story. I am so happy you decided to join me on this journey. I hope you enjoy it. I want to share some info about the story. 1/ Story is set in the real world of medieval Scotland in 1309 a.c. I am referring to historical settings that existed and maybe still exist. 2/ All my characters are creations of my imagination—even the king. I can't take an actual historical figure and make him into the king that my story needs.

Elara's blood ran cold. "It was the seventh." No one spoke. "The first six ended before you ever woke up inside the BL novel." Elara shook her head. "No." "You don't remember because you weren't supposed to." The woman reached out. Her fingers touched Elara's forehead. Suddenly— Elara screamed. Memories exploded inside her mind. The first world. A war. The second. A plague. The third. A civilization that destroyed itself. The fourth. A world where humans became immortal.

I just hoped I didn’t need that many vials. “Look for places that are secluded. Like mountain ranges or valleys. Some place he could build it and no one would venture into it by accident.” Nova said as she got up. It wasn’t until then that I realized how sickly looking she was. I knew she was pregnant but she didn’t look healthy. All this stress was really taking a toll on her. No wonder Axel needed to get back here. If that was Hailey…. “Let’s start in these norther states.” Axel said.

When I open my eyes I see Cain watching me, I was so pleased with getting the blood off my body that I forgot about our peculiar situation. His chest is inches from my own and I have to fight the urge to press closer, the idea of feeling his naked skin against my own titillating. Cain’s eyes turn onyx black and a low growl leaves his lips. I am not sure of the intent behind it and my nerves kick back in, my heart thundering in my chest and I fiddle with my fingers. I bite at my lower lip trying to stop a quiver, “Damn!” Cain says whipping his head to the side.

"Volume 1: The Billionaire’s Redemption is complete. Volume 2: The War of the Slums is now in production." The World Outside The light faded. Leo and Meilin stood in the center of their new home—a high-tech fortress hidden within a derelict London warehouse. Elian was safe, sleeping in a bed made of reclaimed carbon fiber. Leo walked to the reinforced window and looked out. The London skyline was no longer gray. Every building was marked with a glowing, golden Thorne-Stamp. The "Actual" world had been partitioned. The rich lived in the "Symmetry-Zones" above the clouds. The "Unwanted" lived in the "Noise-Sectors" below.

Interesting. Very interesting. Nova walked into the room carrying additional supplies. “I leave for four minutes and civilization collapses.” “Incorrect,” Sophie replied. “It merely deteriorated.” The first meeting went better than anyone expected. Teenagers arrived cautiously. Stayed near exits. Avoided eye contact. The universal language of uncomfortable group settings. By the end of the afternoon they were discussing films and music and school and entirely unreasonable homework expectations. Progress. Interesting progress. Afterward Nova found Adrian near the reception desk. “It worked.”

Thousands of wolves moved through the city. Laughing. Talking. Living. Nova gasped. The image felt incredibly real. She could hear voices. Music. The sounds of a thriving kingdom. Then everything changed. The sky darkened. Smoke filled the air. Panic erupted. Screams echoed through the streets. Soldiers charged into the plaza. Buildings burned. Blood stained the marble. Nova staggered backward. The vision vanished. Leaving only ruins behind. Her breathing became uneven. "Nova?" Ava rushed to her side.

The intense amount of focus that she had on the drawing that she was doing was well appreciated, as the adult pair was able to have a full conversation without fear that she would feel left out. Bradley couldn’t believe that anything like this was happening, as it seemed so much like some sort of novel or fairytale story that only happens to anyone in some fanciful and gorgeous world. Perhaps he was the Elizabeth Bennet to this Fitzwilliam Darcy. Though to most, the setting of his life was bleak, a stark contrast to the Yorkshire countryside that Jane Austen’s books were set on. New York City, despite all that has made it such a monument to the world, can be considered dirty or too habitual

The world didn't just reboot; it reconfigured. I woke up at my desk at Apex Global. The air conditioning was humming at that specific, annoying frequency I’d hated for years. The smell of stale coffee and industrial-grade paper toner hung in the air. Outside the window, the city of the Lycan Empire stretched out in all its cold, crystalline glory, perfectly organized and utterly soulless.

"No. Northern territories in the novel remained peripheral to main plot. Collapsed regions were background setting rather than active locations. No strategic oversight entities, no sealed System nodes, no coordination between Imperial offices regarding infrastructure security." "Then this confirms that timeline divergence is comprehensive rather than localized to your immediate actions. Entities that should exist based on historical precedent but were absent from novel plot are now present and active." "Why would the novel exclude entity that has existed for two centuries?" "Because the novel was narrative focused on hero's campaigns and political conflicts that occurred in central territori